My husband. I adore him. He is a brilliant man. He has been working as a computer programmer for too many years and he has a very odd sense of humor.
I however learned to love his humor and we are like two kids, laughing and playing all day.
In fact he acts much like the pink panther, you know hiding and leaping out
and such. I adore him. We make a lovely couple!
: )


Death and laughter

I am happy and appreciative for so many things but especially for laughter.
Last night my husband and I went to the supermarket as we do every Sunday.
We saw a man entering the store and my husband and I both know him.
He is the father of one our Karate students.
If it was a few weeks ago, I wouldn't want to "bump" into him because, I know
he is ill and I know he had gotten worse and then he was better again, it's day
by day, just like everybody else. I was a tad squeamish about being around
negative stuff, but I am no longer so fearful.

I have this new feeling of "power", protected, immortal....eternal....whatever
that, the movie Iron Man gave me. Ha! I am in this bring it on vibe. I can deal with
anything.

So I said to my husband:
"he's wearing a beige shirt with black flowers".
and when we went inside this huge super market, I was actively looking for him.

My husband, however, went straight for the bread and the vegetables, but I wanted to
touch base with this man, so I dragged my husband from his focused
shopping to connect with our in common acquaintance.

From behind he was looking like he lost weight and his skin tone was
orangey/ yellow.
He was looking closely at the meats in the meat section.

My husband who has a very strange sense of humor, got right up close so the man had
to look up and our friend said:

"Oh Sensei Barnhart, how are you doing?"

and
then the typical chit chat about his son and his daughter and their getting
accepted into college.
And my husband who teases and is always with the jokes said.

"So you gonna' stick around for a couple more years".

I couldn't believe my ears, I was horrified, even though I know their
is no death and we are eternal beings, my husband the atheist to
talk about death like that....oh my god, that was shocking.
I mean our friend was looking rather thin and yellow from his liver problem,
but how could he say that?
It was so in my face that all I could see was the death thing, it was so obvious that he
had gone down hill.
Well, our friend replied:
"Yeah, that's the plan, as long as I can".
and then we just kind of nodded and we all shock hands and said our good byes.

Well later that night I mentioned to my husband about the encounter in
the super market and geeeeeeezzzzzzz......
I told him that I couldn't believe my ears.
I might be a little out spoken and a rebel of sorts but
how could he say:
"Are you going to stick around a couple a more years?"

My husband said:

"Oh, we were talking about work. Kennedy Space center is laying off people.
I wasn't talking about his dying".

When my husband told me that, I started to laugh hysterically, because,
I am use to his horrific humor, although that really would have pushed the
boundaries.
I couldn't stop laughing for maybe 5 minutes.
My sides hurt.
Then my husband said....
"Sounds like a Positive Post to me"
: )
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.................
Thanks for listening,
Iron Man

P.S. I am thankful that Sharbel is okay. I know Sharbel knows how to find the light
and that he can thrive in all settings, however I was over-joyed to receive an
email from Sharbel this morning and I know he knows I am holding good for him.
He doesn't have to email he is as close as my heart.