Having fun: Combs and sandwich paper

Among several interesting conversations over the weekend, there was one about one of my favourite subjects, namely marriage counselling (or also thought of as: how to survive as a couple without tearing each other apart, killing each other, etc…). The issue of how time together is spent, came up. Since busyness often gets the best of us, a warning from the scolared ones pointed out the fact that after a while, whenever there finally is a chance for some quality time together, it is often used to deal with challenges in the relationship, with the kids, etc. Therefore they said that it was important to specifically set aside time to just have fun together, to from time to time agree that tonight problems will be put aside, and dealt with tomorrow instead. It’s so logical, after all, I mean the fun part was probably why they got together in the first place, and also what will make them want to stick together and stay in love. Yet so hard if not actively chosen and prioritized. (A rather wide definition of the word ‘fun’ is used here, btw.)

It got me thinking wider than the context of romantic relationships, though. How do I behave in relationship to myself? I’ve always thrived on improving, seeing new insights etc, but sometimes to an unhealthy/too all-consuming extent. And over the last period of time, I’ve been busy and rather stressed about what I want to do with my life, or at least what I want to do next. I have faced my need for more relaxation, free time and time with God, and tried to cut down on work in order to enhance this, but still something has been lacking. The fun-part. How much fun has it been to be with myself? How much crazyness have I put into action lately? Some, of course, since my personality makes it impossible to strangle that completely, but not as much as I would like to. The moment this insight hit me, I decided to put all else aside for the rest of the evening, and have fun.

Pathetically enough, I wasn’t able to pinpoint something I would think of as fun at the spot. But luckily google exists!!  Among other things, I was reminded how we played at a comb as kids, using sandwich paper to somehow facilitate this. (Can anyone help, btw?? Is the paper supposed to be put around the comb, or otherwise? And how to hold it? Vertically in front of mouth, or what?? ) In the process of trying to remember how to play on a comb, I happened to make a new discovery. It is actually possible to play on narrow strips of sandwich paper, the same way one plays on blades of grass!! A bit harder, but what an intensely loud and bothering sound for one’s surroundings when it works, hihihi!! (…poor neighbours…) A great source for fun, has to be tried!

I also discovered an article about combs on a site called ikkepedia (meaning: ‘not wikipedia’), which struck my weird sense of humour tonight. Maybe an entertainment for some of my Scandinavian readers? (If you do not find it funny, it’s because you haven’t tried the blowing on sandwich paper strips beforehand…everything turns out to be a lot funnier after that )

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