I’ve been with my parents this week, hanging about while my mom recuperates from shoulder surgery. She had a fall, getting up from a chair too quickly after her foot fell asleep.
Today, the Beneficent Mr. Hall called and said my copy of Modern Senior Living came in the mail. That meant my column would be available online. It’s a piece about me taking a spill or two while on a canoe. It’s called “Pride Goeth Before the Fall(s)”.
Isn’t irony funny?
(P.S. Um, my mom’s not exactly laughing yet. But I’m sure in a week or maybe six years from now, she’ll find getting her ball and socket joint replaced a real hoot.)
I found my column in MSL today and I seriously busted out laughing.
Um, not that I think I’m that incredibly funny. I mean, I am kinda funny. But the thing is, The Beneficent Mr. Hall and I bailed on an event the week after I wrote the column.
It will all make sense after you read “Eventitis” on page 15. And P.S. If at any time in the future you invite me/us to an event, and we don’t make it…well, that, too, will make sense.
Um, not that I would ever bail on you.
I know I usually toot (my horn) on Tuesdays, but on that day, I was fighting a moral dilemma (as you may recall with the Submission Goldmine) and that took the wind out of me.
Um, let’s just move on to something less pun-filled.
So here’s this month’s column from Modern Senior Living. It’s about giving up stuff for Lent, which now that I think about it, is another one of those moral dilemmas I must fight each year. Except that I have a “Lenten Loophole”.
You’ll need to zip over to page 14 to read “The Lenten Loophole.” And here’s a little horn-tooting for Erma Bombeck, too. If you know who Erma is, you’ll want to read my editor’s article on the Queen of writing humor columns. His article starts on page 6.
It’s hard to believe Erma’s been gone since 1996. Her one-liners are just as funny now as they were twenty or thirty years ago. And honestly, I needed a few, good laughs. Because even dead, she’s funnier than me.
I’ll bet you’re thinking of love love. That’s a strange expression, isn’t it? But words (and connecting them to each other) lead to the love I’m thinking about–the love of writing.
You see, last month, after I sent my column to Modern Senior Living, my editor friend emailed and asked if I had a picture of myself in a hat. That’s because a hat comes up in the column.
Now, I write a humor column, folks. And with humor, writers play fast and loose with the truth. At least, this writer does. I’m not saying I make everything up. I mean, the part about the coyotes is one hundred per cent true. But the part about the hat may have been a slight exaggeration.
Still, I did have a hat that would go along quite nicely with the column. So, after 42 minutes of throwing things around the basement (and a couple closets), I found the hat. Then, after 13 minutes of badgering the Beneficent Mr. Hall to take a picture, combined with the 17 minutes he spent taking 8 different pictures trying to get the perfect one of Cathy C. Hall in a hat, I had a photo of me in a hat. (Whew.)
You can see the photo on page 8 of this month’s issue of Modern Senior Living Magazine. Not only did I send the photo to my editor, but here I am, promoting the look.
Oh, the things we do for love.