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It's a Strange Calm
The family gathering was a bit smaller than usual this year. Not because of Covid, but because they could not make it for other personal reasons. It also felt like something was off, more tense, quiet, and perfunctory. The food was excellent, and the weather was beyond perfect, but still something was off.
It will be a couple months before I see them all again. Perhaps by then things will start to seem more normal... whatever normal may be.
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An Italian grandmother was giving directions over the phone to her grandson who was coming to visit.
“First you come to the front door of the apartments. I’m in apartment 301. There is a big panel at the front door. With your elbow, you push the number 301. I will buzz you in. Come inside, the elevator is on the right. Get in and with your elbow push the number 3. When you get out, turn left. With your elbow, ring my doorbell.”
“Grandma, that sounds easy,” said the grandson, “but why am I hitting all these buttons with my elbow?”
“What?!” exclaimed the grandma. “You weren’t thinking about coming here empty handed were you?”
There was a monastery in Europe perched high on a cliff several hundred feet in the air.
The only way to reach the monastery was to be suspended in a basket which was pulled to the top by several old monks who pulled and tugged with all their strength.
Obviously the ride up the steep cliff in that basket was terrifying. One tourist got exceedingly nervous about half-way up as he noticed that the rope by which he was suspended was old and frayed.
With a trembling voice he asked the monk who was riding with him in the basket how often they changed the rope.
The monk thought for a moment and answered brusquely, “Whenever it breaks.”
Two great white sharks swimming in the ocean spotted survivors of a ship that had just sunk.
“Follow me son” the older father shark said to the son shark and they swam to the mass of people.
“First we swim around them a few times with just the tip of our fins showing.” And they did.
“Well done, son! Now we swim around them a few times with all of our fins showing.” And they did.
“Now we eat everybody.” And they did.
When they were both gorged, the son asked, “Dad, why didn’t we just eat them all at first? Why did we swim around and around them?”
His wise old father replied, “Because they taste better without the shit inside!”
A fellow is talking to his Irish buddy and says, “I gotta stop drinking that Irish whiskey”
“How come?” asked his friend.
“Because every Saturday night I go out and drink a fifth of the stuff, come home, make mad passionate love to the wife, wake up Sunday morning, and go to mass.”
“What’s wrong with that?” the Irishman asks. “A lot of good Irishman go out on Saturday night, drink a fifth of good Irish whiskey, come home, do the wife, and go to mass on Sunday.”
“I know,” said his friend, “but I’m Jewish.”