"My 71-year-old husband tells long stories about himself to everyone. Family, friends, even strangers. I'm bored to tears hearing the same stories over and over, and I can see others' eyes glaze over to the point of avoidance."
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| In the beforetimes |
This was the opening of a letter to Dear Abby the other day. This is our nightly ritual, me reading the advice columns from the daily newspaper.
I snuck a peek over the top of my ipad as I read it to Mr. Ginley, and he said, "Nice touch, changing the age to 71, like I wasn't going to recognize your letter."
We both burst out laughing, and he got that twinkle in his eye that keeps me from plummeting into total despair on the bad days.
When we'd wound down a bit, Mr. mused, "Laughter is the best medicine," and I had to agree. Not everyone understands our brand of humor, but that's okay, it works for us.
Reading the advice columns keeps us connected to the outside world. It helps to put our problems into perspective. Some of the letters are petty and silly, others are heartbreaking, and we're thankful we're not in their position.
The world has gotten smaller for the pair of us, but that's okay for now. We'll focus on enjoying the little things and let the big things take care of themselves.
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