So. No one is commenting on my blogs. I know they are kind of intense lately, but if you know me AT ALL you know two things - I do not avoid what rises in my life and winter is always hard on my soul. It is hard for some of you too. I know you are out there...my gentle readers!
That said, I have been thinking that I need to put something humorous or controversial here to give you and me a breathing space. Life is ridiculous in much of its unfolding and holds plenty to laugh about, but I warn you that my humor tends toward the absurd.
Anyway, this is the only funny thing that has brought me a chuckle in the last day or so. And I like it because it is SO not female, and I don't get it and yet it somehow tells me about my menfolk. So here is the story:
My grown son is embarking on a new experience - doing his own mechanical work on his car, in our garage. A good friend - mature man, fairly skilled mechanic, lovely human - has joined him as a mentor for this task. What used to look like a car now lies like a dismembered body over every square inch of the cold garage floor.
Our mechanical friend has three absolutes about fixing cars:
1. It will cost more than you think.
2. It will take longer than you think.
3. You will lose some of your progress in sanctification doing it.
So we are prepared for all three.
The first real problem comes in getting the old thing-ma-bob off the hoos-ee-whats-it. (Here is where my mechanical expertise becomes evident.) For a long while both men wrestle together against the rust and corrosion locking the bolt. My son, his arm torqued and stuffed into the mess of metal and belts and oil finally feels the bolt and nut slip.Suddenly - and victoriously - the bolt loosens.
There is a great cry of victory. I hear my son yell, "Ho HO! We did it!" Then, "I'm getting an erection... Is that normal?"
To which the mechanic says, "Absolutely!" And they proceed to work.
And I laugh. Because men are such a different kind of animal and I love my men. This is about being human, too.