Toad Boy (aka my son) has this catch phrase that he uses frequently. It's designed to get a reaction from listeners and usually that reaction is a laugh.
He is full of stories and most of them are hilarious. He, unfortunately, inherited the even-if-I'm-the-only-one-laughing,-at-least-someone-is, syndrome. From me. Of course.
His schtick is when a story gets a bit dry (this NEVER happens in stories where he is driving, those are fraught with laughter and tension) he will toss in the phrase. "And then I found five dollars." Which is designed to make a dull story "interesting."
Yesterday at work, we had a few men who had back to back chest xrays and ekgs. The ekg nurse found a folded up five dollar bill on the floor during ekg number three. She told the guy it had fallen out of his pocket. He said, no, it wasn't his. So I took it to the waiting room and asked number two if it was his. Nope. Number one had left after his bloodwork so the receptionist gave him a call. And bingo.
Of course, I immediately texted Toad Boy. He said that guaranteed anything that happened that day would indeed be interesting in the retelling.
Okay. Maybe you had to be there. Maybe if I offered you five dollars.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.