I generally pray. And in my prayers I never fail to acknowledge the funny people of my life. And the first folks on my list are my folks. My parents have this amazing knack of being funny with a pleasant sense of humor. But the things that crack me up most are the ones that are unassuming. They want me to be independent.
“Don’t come back home without clearing the insurance on your bike” my dad declared after 6 months of it lapsing. And the company that covered the insurance suddenly decided it wouldn’t anymore, which left me with an uninsured bike, an angry dad, like it was my fault that they shut shop and the task of finding another agency that would insure my bike and bring my dad the joy of having his daughter ride an insured bike.
And of all the places, the company that shut down, gave me the address to this particular hot shop that was a country away.

I lost my helmet a few days ago, after a very touchy moment with the love of my life. A romantically magical moment it was. I lost my heart and helmet. This woke my mom up. She declared I can’t leave home without it. Then when I actually went out, she asked me to stay out and come back home only with a helmet. I still don’t have one. She still hasn’t stopped chewing on my brain.

I will be 2 decades in about a month’s time. My dad thinks I ought to have a driver’s license before that happens. And my mom thinks I ought to have my eyes tested and correct before my dads aim for me comes true. I think I ought to be left uninsured, unprotected, unpermitted and blind.

My dad is frantically making calls to find a “good day” to start with the driving and so is my mom to find me an optician. While they are on a competition for the most unimportant events of my life, I just watch and laugh and post on the net.