Imbolc Woodpecker Moon
OK, so maybe having the ex on your facebook friends list is odd, but we do share a son and besides, hey we gitta along. Anyhow she posts a facebook photo of her with her latest guy–who lives, weirdly enough, in Andover not far from us. She’s dressed as Cher, he’s dressed as Bono.
She looks like she’s having fun. Then I think, in one of those places it’s not wise to go but who tells the mind what paths it can travel, what do I do for fun? Ooops. OK. Can’t think of anything. I asked Kate last night what we do for fun. She couldn’t think of anything either.
OMG. Dreary northern europeans celebrating the winter solstice with a candle. That sort of thing.
As I’m wont to do when perplexed, I picked up my bible, my word bible that is, the Oxford English Dictionary (literally the best dollar I ever spent since I got this two volume complete version back when the History Book Club sold them as comeons for new customers) and look up fun.
Once in a while things turn out really well. There are two entries, one for a noun and one for a verb. In both cases the 1st, therefore dominant (and occasionally obsolete) definition is: a cheat, a hoax, a trick. The other definitions aren’t much better. 2. n. diversion, amusement, sport jocularity, drollery. and 2. to make fun or sport, to indulge in fun, to joke. Not much to worry about not having much of, I decided.
Still, I wondered, what about enjoyment or delight? They’re different. Delight: pleasure, joy or gratification felt in a high degree. Enjoy: to be in joy or in a joyous state, to manifest joy, exult, rejoice.
Then came the light bulb: joy 2.b to experience pleasure, be happy now chiefly to find pleasure in an occasion of festivity or social intercourse.
There’s the smoking gun of extroversion–now chiefly to find pleasure in an occasion of festivity or social intercourse.
In this youth drenched, extroversion drunk country of ours, it’s possible for those of us introverts to lose sight of what delights us, what we enjoy. (admission: Kate wondered whether we should look at what we enjoy.)
Yes, it’s weird, but Latin delights me. After a struggle with a verse or a grammatical construction, at that moment when the obfuscation clears, delight. Planting in the spring. Caring for the bees. Travel. Writing. Being with the grandkids. Seeing our kids. Reading. Playing with and taking care of the dogs and each other. Art, cinema, jazz. Quiet moments.
Sounds like a blurb for E-Romance doesn’t it? So, I’m happy, no delighted, to tell you that Kate and I enjoy many, many things. But fun isn’t one of them.