In an odd way, my life has turned into a scene from "Three's Company." You may recall on that show the numerous pratfalls that Jack Tripper could suffer through for just a solitary scene. In any given episode it would not be uncommon for Jack to trip over a chair, drop his wine, grope a woman's breast in an attempt to break the fall, land in a man's lap, and then have his pants split open all in front of Mr. Roper. What made those types of scenes so memorable was the absurdity of all those things happening at the same time. Only in a sitcom could so many unbelievable events happen all at once, right?
This evening I definitely felt like Jack Tripper. In addition to the everyday pain I have to go through from losing my soulmate and partner, there are dozens of absurd situations I need to stumble through every minute as well. Here's a sample from just this evening in fact.
I received a letter from the life insurance company asking me to prove Cindy didn't know she had a little pre-existing condition called a brain aneurysm before they accept the claim. At the same time I am dealing with this, there's the letter from the Postal Service informing me that Cindy's mail is going to be forwarded to her mother (without her asking me first if this is what I want). Thirty minutes are then spent on the phone trying to explain to her mother WHY I might possibly want to keep receiving this mail and why this was not her decision to make. And I have to believe that if this was a sitcom that our audience would love the running gag of me having to explain to her mom for the hundredth time that Cindy was like a wife to me: "She was my wife and I was her husband--only with bigger boobs." But, what really would have had our studio audience falling down laughing in the aisles was when I attempted to remove one of our air conditioning units and upon opening the window ever so slightly, watching the unit drop 2 stories to the ground.
As I sit here comforting myself with this newfound kinship I have with Jack Tripper, I am reminded that the best jokes in life are the ones that go balls out. And at least I can say that my specific miseries are not wimpy.
(P.S. Thanks to Martha for taking my call--I knew your crisis hotline skills would come in handy. Thank you Beth Boobs for staying with me on the phone for 2 hours until I remembered how to breath again.)
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4 comments:
Call me and I will help with any other window units you have.
-b
I remember the first time I heard you call Cindy your wife, and you meant it with your whole heart, even if you were joking around. It touched me then, and it touches me now.
I cannot, CANNOT imagine how frustrating this is for you. If you can keep even a semblance fo a sense of humor, you'll mak eit through just fine.
I have those compounded ridiculous moment day too. But I never thought of them as Jack Tripper days. We weren't allowed to watch Three's Company growing up.
I'm sorry about all of this. This is really the last thing you need. Wish I could be there to help you!
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