There are three things I enjoy doing that always make me smile, no matter how bad I am at them.
I love to sing at the top of my lungs along with (sometimes without) the radio. When I was a child I sang in choirs and even preformed a few solos. I don’t know when or how it happened, but I can no longer carry a tune. It is so bad that He Who seldom recognizes the song I’m trying to sing. He occasionally indulges me when I ask him if he wants me to sing a song for him. I suspect that this is the rare time he is grateful — that he is mostly deaf at this point.
Whistling has always been a passion of mine. There is nothing like listening to a strong clear tune being whistled. My ring tone for He Who is the whistling theme from Kill Bill. Unfortunately, Mae West let me down with her instructions to “just put your lips together and blow”. Usually, I just end up apologizing for spitting on whoever is within five feet of me.
Snapping your fingers is a lot of fun! You can snap to a tune, snap to get someone’s attention or snap in place of applause. I have always been pretty good at it and could snap until I got blisters on my fingers. Until recently. While watching a promo for the Adams Family I automatically started to snap my fingers along with the theme song. It didn’t work. My fingers would not snap. More specifically my thumbs let me down. Yes, my opposable thumbs no longer oppose. Needless to say, I am opposed to this new development.
Opposable thumbs allow the digits to grasp and handle objects. Dropping things has become the norm for me. It’s been months since I could get the lid off the gigantic peanut butter jar (available only at Costco). It just seems that not being able to snap my fingers is carrying this aging thing a bit too far. Heck. I think this means I’m not even a primate any more! I guess a little opposition is a good thing.
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