Postcards from the Funny Farm

I was thinking this afternoon about that story “The Gift of the Magi.” I think it’s a work of pure genius. If you don’t recall, it’s the story where the poor couple sells something they value to buy the other something special. The man sells his pocketwatch to buy her combs for her long flowing brown hair. She cuts her hair to sell it and buy her husband a chain for his pocketwatch. Ultimately neither can use their gifts and all their money is spent.

Everyone I’ve been talking to lately, it seems, is in a similar situation. I talked to a woman the other day I work with who needed her brakes done. She paid someone to come over and do them and he skipped town. Sad. She’s a single mom living off an hourly wage. I know people biting their nails because the recession threatens to put them out of work. I look at the gas pump prices every day and get more and more amazed. They are showing nearly $4 a gallon. And that brings to mind Iraq. I found a blog in my travels yesterday that had a spinning ticker showing the cost in Iraq. I think it was in the trillions, it was a LOT of numbers.

So how do we stay sane and happy in this kind of situation? Well, it isn’t easy. Maybe the answer is to accept our insanity instead of denying it. Maybe being insane is a part of being human. Most famous people I look up to were at one time seen as “out there.” Einstein said that being crazy was a normal part of life. At any rate, we can’t assume all this stuff is normal and we can’t assume that it is going to ever change. At the end of my rope, I think about the couple in the Gift of the Magi. What did they do after they discovered their misgivings? The story stops short of telling us. I think that is on purpose. It reveals your character to imagine something next. As for me? I say they cried tears of laughter, hugged each other, made peanut butter and jelly (since that is all they had) and then made love. Hey, why not? Like Guns and Roses said in the late 80’s “Use your illusion.” That’s my story and I am stickin’ to it. Now I am off to laugh, even despite the gas pumps and everything else going down.