I love Mr. Bean, and this is something that no one else in this house understands. They think the skits are stupid and can't stand the ridiculous noises he makes. I try to explain his genius, the fact that he can get a whole story across with his remarkable face and those goofy sounds. They don't get it at all. Early in my diagnosis, my friends Mary and Danny bought me two Mr. Bean videos. They'd never actually watched him, but they remembered how funny I thought he was, and they figured that a cancer diagnosis was as good a time to start laughing as any. When the going gets rough, I drag out Mr. Bean, and lo, it is good.
Tim's on second shift now, and I am by myself in the evenings. It's a good time to get things done, I suppose, and the radiation has been wearing on me these past couple weeks, so it is nice to be able to go to bed early, and not feel guilty about it. However, last Friday, I could bear being alone no longer. Mary and Danny weren't doing anything, so we made up our minds to get together. I offered to introduce them to Mr. Bean. By the time that I'd gotten to their house, I was a little embarrassed. I was sure that they'd think he was stupid, but be too polite to say it. Know what? They laughed as hard as I did. Finding two more fans of Mr. Bean was exciting stuff, and driving home, reflecting, I don't think that there is anything nicer than an evening of laughter with people that you've known for a long, long time.