"We don't stop playing because we grow old;
we grow old because we stop playing"
George Bernard Shaw
I want to play! I'm afraid I'm getting old and rusty and crotchity because I don't play any more.
It was easy when the kids were young. I remember having rips in the knees of all my jeans, having worn them out by spending so much time sitting cross-legged on the floor playing with them. I helped build block towers, assembled many lego contraptions, and was an expert at getting Barbie into her spandex.
We'd blow bubbles with giant wands, fly trick kites in the empty lot across the street, and chase each other around the yard with Super Soaker squirt guns. I was always playing with them. But now they are grown and I have no one to play with.
I guess I could just show up at the neighbourhood sledding spot with my toboggan, but I'm afraid the sight of a grown woman giggling like a school-girl as she whooshes down the hill might be enough to scare the little kiddies away. And can you imagine the sight of me skipping down the sidewalk with a jump rope? I'd slow traffic! But when you have a child with you, adults can get away with all of these things and more.
Take animated movies, for instance. There is NO WAY I'm going to talk my husband into seeing an animated movie with me, yet when the kids were little, he never missed a Disney movie. Unfortunately, my kids out-grew them long before the current 3D trend so I have never even seen a 3D animated movie! Never! I feel jipped!
But just when I was feeling very pitiful, sure that my days of playful fun were over, I received this:
An invitation to a Murder Myster party!
"Four days ago restauranteur Giuseppe (Pepi) Roni was found murdered in the kitchen of his renowned New York City eatery, La Speranza. Pepi had been shot in the back with his own pistol. Tonight, his family and friends have gathered to pay their respects to poor Pepi and to eat a feast in his honor. One of them is a murderer."
Does that not sound like fun? The invitation even comes with costume suggestions. I get to be the character Momma Rosa, the grieving widow. "For 25 years, Mama Rosa cooked the pasta while Pepi greeted La Speranza's dinner guests. In all the years they were married, not once did they argue. Had something finally boiled over in Rosa's kitchen?"
I'm so excited! I get to play again!
For today's treat, I've found the perfect music video - the Muppets perform Mambo Italiano. Enjoy!