It's January 6th already??
My New Year's epiphany: I am a big wimp. I had some significant surgeries between age 3 and 16, with months spent in the hospital, so I thought a broken arm would be relatively easy to endure. However, as I've learned from some who've had broken arms, it all depends. It all depends on where it breaks. It all depends on what kind of break it is (my break was more of a shredding.) I landed on my elbow, seriously annoying my ulna nerve, and it will continue to be annoyed for months while it heals, and that is why I'm a wimp. May I whine? It feels like I've just bumped my funny bone, 24 hours a day.
I've tried many distractions.
Ineffective distractions - jigsaw puzzles, most television shows, crosswords, sudoku (although WebMD has a very nice online sudoku), writing thank you notes and letters, and reading. Reading anything is worse than not reading. That's a first, believe me. My current checkout list has four things on it. It hasn't been that small since I was seven years old.
Somewhat effective distractions - browsing Blogger, browsing staff blogs, watching Judge Alex and Judge Marilyn, trying to play my hammered dulcimer (mostly one-handed), and household chores. My doctor would have something to say about those last two. I'm not telling him.
Best distractions - cleaning out my office (shred, shred, shred) and watching DVDS of my favorite funny people. Four of those DVDs are what's on my checkout list. They have kept me from going mad.
In the last two posts I promised that I would visit the subject of Comedians. It's mighty handy that my sanity has been preserved by them for the last couple of weeks! Here's my viewing list so far:
The Marx brothers. I love 'em, and I've revisited all of their films. They didn't always hit a bullseye with a film - Groucho often referred to the 'turkey' they were making - but there are inspired moments in all of them. Night At The Opera has the most cohesive plot and the stateroom scene is not to be missed. Duck Soup? The "mirror" scene (they all look like Groucho when wearing a nightcap and mustache), 'Hail Freedonia', and the lemonade vendor. Harpo (harp) and Chico (piano) are always showcased somehow, and there are additional songs for Groucho and the ubiquitous romantic couple. I never tire of hearing "Hooray For Captain Spaulding" or "Lydia The Tattooed Lady" (you can learn a lot from Lydia).
Monty Python's Flying Circus. Modern-day Marx Brothers. I watched all fourteen discs. Oh my.
How To Irritate People. Courtesy of Graham Chapman, John Cleese, and Michael Palin.
Eddie Izzard. "Dress To Kill" and "Glorious". I've mentioned before that I deplore his exuberant use of a certain word. However, we lived in Scotland for awhile and we heard that word all the time. It was eff-effity-eff, so I give him some slack. He is funny. He is Darth Vader getting no respect in a cafeteria line on the Death Star. He is a steward on Church Of England Airlines. Heads-up if you decide to watch his DVD - Eddie is...um...flamboyant.
Rowan Atkinson. I'm halfway through Mr. Bean (the series). I'm awaiting Blackadder.
Wodehouse Playhouse. I saw this series on PBS a couple of decades ago and was delighted to discover the DVDs on our library shelf. This is the best of both worlds, P.G. Wodehouse done by BBC Television. John Alderton and Pauline Collins bring those characters right out of the books. If you haven't seen these, you must. Put them on hold at the library or go to Netflix. Do it.
Bill Cosby. We still have his LPs. He was funny then, he is funny now. Maybe funnier, because his monologues explore the joys of growing older and having unexpected adventures (like a proctologist visit.) Alas that I'm old enough to relate to a lot of his observations! There's a Facebook group, Gettin' Old Ain't For Sissies, and Bill Crosby's humor affirms it.
Frank Caliendo. I watch him on Youtube. He's an impressionist, which sort of understates it because he can be anybody. He goes from George Bush to Bill Clinton seamlessly. He does everybody from Seinfeld except Elaine. I have laughed out loud at some of his stuff. We don't have cable, so I can't watch his show on TBS. I must depend on the kindness of strangers to put excerpts on YouTube.
Smothers Brothers. Loved this show way back when. Now I sing along with them (Black is the color of my love's true hair...) I owned all their records, so the words are engraved into my brain. I still have my Pat Paulsen For President button.
That's my list. Those are all the folk who have helped me ignore my arm for awhile, and I'm grateful.
Next post? Probably a whine. Stay tuned.