"Humor is such a precious gift. . . ."

Humor is such a precious gift to have and to use; also, humor is timing for a solid delivery. Some of it, I notice, is intuitive.

But to write humor, now that’s an art. I feel that self–awareness and examination is a great start in discovering humor. I have to admit when I wake in the morning, the sight of me is the funniest thing to see. What few hairs I have seem to be independent of my brush, and insist, wherever they feel like it, on sticking straight up just like little children that are a bit on the naughty side and want to have fun. This is the attitude my hair seems to take. But I take control, and wet down the ones that defied my brush. That’ll show those three hairs who’s boss in the mornings; this will do until the hat goes on.

Now, the other word was frivolity. As I was looking up the meaning of this word and I found out it had nothing to do with humor, it stirred a memory that brought up a little shame. A young lady, who wanted to get started in construction and wished for advice about employment, asked me how I got started, how I got into this particular construction trade. I mentioned that this particular trade was not made for women because it takes lots of upper body strength, which was true. But I came across with crystallized conceit and buffoonery, and failed to communicate valuable information she needed at the time. In frustration, she left.

Later on, I found out she did get a job driving a fork-lift. Now that’s stronger than any man in construction. Just looking up this word “frivolity” brought up memories of using tools like “Releasing The Hidden Splendour” to release myself from crystallized conceit and buffoonery.