The sun came out a bit today for the first time in a while. It's been so rainy and early-spring like weather here lately (thunderstorms are blowing at the present moment). I'm grateful for it. It gives me a little more time before it's too late to put the garden in. It keeps me in the house workingworkingworking when I'm ACHING to go out and dig in the dirt. I was able to get a proposal off to Artfest. I only submitted one this time but it is a workshop I'm so passionate about that I just couldn't NOT give it a try. If it's accepted, it's time for it. If not.....well, it's not. I wasn't accepted last year (snif snif) and I was certainly disappointed. It's one of my all time favorite venues. All time!
Vince and I went to a neighboring town yesterday to run some errands (he drove our little metal sunshine while I, dare I admit, wrapped wire on necklaces in the car!! I love love love hanging out with him - he makes me laugh trying to steal kisses in stores while glancing around for cameras. I swear, one of these days we'll get picked up just for looking suspicious! Bring it on!!!). On the way home the sky reached down my throat and yanked the breath right out of me. So much sky! Filled with flamboyantly puffy beauty! I stared and stared....and then remembered that I had the camera. I felt so small. So small in the best way ever. That kind of way that says, "There you are. I see you. You are just the right size to be warmed by a sunbeam. Just the right size to be able to stand under all this grandeur and take it in. Just the right size to feel the hugeness of this massive and compassionate universe. Just the right size to hold all the blessings I can hand over to you and then some. See how much you hold in your smallness? It's the biggest smallness ever." Mmmm....I'll take that thankyouverymuch.
After such an afternoon, preparing dinner was a pleasure. Dinner at the Lee home looks like this. Darn near every danged night:
Pleasantries and "please pass..." for the first little while. Then I, in my forgetfulness, ask someone how their day was. (I forget about what can this opens...) Melissa starts to tell a story from the day. She, in her pre-teen-dom says "Um" and "like" more than any other words. We struggle to listen as it takes EONS for the whole story to emerge (IF it will ever come out). Inevitably, either Vince or I will rib her a little mid-sentence about her vocabulary. She laughs at herself well, which only makes "Um" and "like" more prevalent. Then Vince, eating salad and steamed chard will say something to me with MOST of the bite chewed and down leaving only a few bits on his teeth which totally distract me from Melis's story and make me laugh. Then he realizes what I'm laughing at and smiles a big, toothy grin...which, yes, makes me laugh more. Melissa sees what I see and laughs too and then maybe snorts a little which gets me laughing harder. Then Vince goes on making faces, which, you guessed it, makes it worse. Then Annabelle sees tears rolling down my face and me gasping for air and laughs. She then can't breath which makes Vince laugh which shows his food more which makes Melis laugh. I'm to the point of no breathing. Tears are running down my face. Not a sound is coming from my body - just the violent, heaving shakes of my laughter (both my girls have inherited this trait and the three of us are in a pickle by this time.) Ages later, I finally gasp for air in a shrieking, guinea pig like way which humors the rest of them at the table. A vicious cycle that is only stopped by closing the eyes, covering the ears and riding my own laughter to the edge of forever. Then, as quickly as it came, like a thunderstorm, it all blows over. "Melis, what were you saying?" Yup. Dinner with the Lees.
What makes you laugh out loud? What makes you laugh so hard you have to cross your legs and dance just to make it out the other side with some dignity? Here...try this on. This ALWAYS gets me laughing. Outloud, teary-eyed, gut busting laughing.