JOYFUL MUSINGS: Gifts are meant to be shared. So when my neighbors share their recipes for bread, their garden’s harvest, I am deeply grateful. I can barely grow a toenail and their garden is amazing.
This week I muse joyfully on the most wonderful, wonderful of events – the joyous, the raucous, the brilliant: the belly laugh. There truly is nothing better, nothing greater. And, brilliantly, I’ve had several this summer.
JOYFUL MUSINGS: My husband throws in socks and underwear and he’s done. What takes him three minutes, takes me three hours. I’m not meticulous in much but in packing, oh yes.
It doesn’t take much. This week I muse joyfully on being grateful for simple, for the ease of a summer day and the zen of watching children run around and play hide and seek in the pants rack of Salvation Army Thrift Store in Saugus.
JOYFUL MUSINGS: And this conversation led me to think of those boyfriends to whom I am not the one that got away, I am, mercifully, the one who was not asked to stay. I’m sure we all dodged a bullet.
JOYFUL MUSINGS: Learn how to drive a standard. You never know when you might want to make a quick getaway, have an option to buy a fabulous five speed, might want to shake things up and pretend your station wagon is speeding down the German autobahn.
JOYFUL MUSINGS: Obits, on occasion, make me laugh. I think of the woman whose obituary title read, “Member of Curves.”
JOYFUL MUSINGS: I still haven’t put my wedding pictures into an album; my husband and I celebrated twenty years this month. I figure there is time.
JOYFUL MUSINGS: I’d like a standing ovation as well as a trophy every time I mail a package at the post office as well as an award for returning library books on time.
JOYFUL MUSINGS: The Swap itself is not for the faint of heart; it involves hunting and gathering, searching and massive investigation.