You have a day. Now it is the next. One sweet day after the other.
G said to me this morning after coffee, ‘We are going to have fun today’ and off he went for his bike exercise. This word ‘FUN’ stops me in my tracks. I know satisfaction, I know contentment but FUN. G and I laugh a lot. Is this FUN.
Adult life seems like work. There is satisfaction after a day in the garden, after a hike in the fields, after preparing a meal for company. It is satisfying to fill in all the spaces on a cryptic crossword and contentment after a finished creature.
I google Ted Talks about FUN and Fund Raising is the closest I get.
FUN: enjoyment, amusement, or lighthearted pleasure
G is a bit defensive when I bring up the word FUN.
I walk in my room, see the beginning of something felted and I am amused. The large rabbit sitting in the wicker chair gives me pleasure.
Fun Fair, Fun house, Funny bone, Funny face.
I get it now. It’s only an adjective not a feeling or a place to go.
It has nothing to do with the one sweet day I have after the other.