This week has been an interesting combination of emotions for me. I have cried harder and more easily than I have in a long time, but I've also laughed harder than I have in a long time.
On Sunday afternoon,
Beth hosted the ladies for a knitting time at her house. I sat beside my friend
Jess on the loveseat and we laughed about silly things until tears came to my eyes. She kept talking about her knitting instruction manual how there were pictures of yarn with happy little faces on them so you wouldn't be afraid of knitting. The absurdity of being afraid of yarn just made me howl with laughter -- although, as an inexperienced knitter, I can completely relate to the feeling as well.
On Monday night we had our usual "spaghetti Monday" with the
Kellys, and this time around was our friend Tom's inagural spaghetti Monday. We played a little bit of Cranium, which provided many opportunities for laughter, and the Kellys' little girl
Emma made me laugh harder than usual. She kept sitting inside a toybox and at one point she fell all the way over backwards, still sitting in the box. You had to be there, I know, but I was rolling!!
And last night, after a long day with the funeral and luncheon for the family, the kids and I came home to "regroup" for guests last night. At times when I am particularly pressed for time to get the house ready for guests, I usually put on loud upbeat music...yesterday's selection was Barry Manilow's Greatest Hits Vol. II. Completely pagan, I know, but boy it got me moving! Andrew and Jonathan danced to "Copacabana" with me as we cleaned up the downstairs. I wondered what the neighbors thought (yes, the blinds were open) but I was having too much fun to care.
And then our guests arrived...five young ladies who all moved here together from Indiana to teach in Charlotte schools. They were here until after 10:30 telling stories about their lives and about each other. It was a unique opportunity to get to know them all together, because on a few occasions they "outed" each other with embarassing stories, at which we all laughed together until, literally, my cheeks hurt. I shared my own embarassing stories, too. And their visit reminded me of the difference between men and women...this became particularly obvious at one point when one of them emerged from the bathroom and commented on how good the soap smelled. I cracked up, just thinking about how men never notice stuff like that. It's not a bad thing...it's just different.
So we have company for dinner tonight and again after church tomorrow. I look forward to more laughs and perhaps some more tears together.
" A joyful heart is good medicine...." Prov. 17:22