Humour as a coping mechanism

Totally underrated in my view. Those of you who read my blog regularly (I think maybe 10?) and who have kept up throughout the years, would know that my family tend to laugh at the most inappropriate things.

To give an example, when my Dad was dying my brother’s elderly cat of 21 was also dying and we joked about her following him out, Viking funeral rites style (they used to kill all the animals and the house thralls). He had already dug her burial hole and this made us all  laugh a lot.

One of my mother’s chickens is sick. Still eating but not laying and obviously on the decline. I’d always reassured her that we (husband and I) would be ok with providing merciful release in terminal chicken situations and so I informed husband that his services would be needed. I would do it if he wasn’t here but he ia and I probably won’t be when the axe of merciful release needs to fall, so I wanted to give him a heads up.

He asked where the dead chicken’s body was to go, probably meaning was it a favoured pet requiring ceremonial disposal, and I informed him that a receiving hole had already been dug.

He then said, “In the best family tradition, then.” and, before I could even think about it, I responded, “Yes, I’m really surprised brother hasn’t already got one dug for himself.”

We laughed a lot and I do feel a little bad. But I also know if it was legal in metropolitan areas, that hole would already have been dug.

 

 

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About quirkycharm

I like to think that I have a certain quirky charm but I am probably being optimistic. Acquired taste, perhaps, which many don't acquire. This is about my fifth blog out there. My hosting companies kept going out of business or my IT exhusband kept hacking into them and I would move again. I don't do twitter, I barely do facebook, I don't try and 'monetize' my blog. I love my husband, my grown children and my job and this particular incarnation of oversharing my life comes at a time when I am the most content that I have ever been. I write always, sporadically during the good stuff and exhaustingly during the bad.
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