… when I’m feeling like this:
I like to play a little of this:
Today, I’m off to England, then Galway, for a family extravaganza. It’s to celebrate our friend’s 40th birthday. I can say very little about Mossy other than his tragic life is always amusing, not least when he sent a love letter to his daughter’s primary school teacher, which as legend has it, he’d sprayed with aftershave, and the time he kidnapped his dog back from his ex. I love Mossy, even if he is very annoying. He always has meat about his person, unwrapped, in a very unhygenic fashion.
My brother and sister are also coming. I love my brother and sister with my whole heart. In fact, I’m surprised there is room in my heart to love anything else. My brother once went through a child-sized play tunnel in the Early Learning Centre just to cheer me up. The sight of a six-foot-odd man going through a tunnel designed for children definitely made me laugh. My sister is the best person I know at cheering anyone up. She’s a nurse and if her business is caring for people, she’s at the top of the tree.
Add to this my brother’s girlfriend Lisa, who I’ve not met yet, but seems like the most lovely person on the planet, my comical brother-in-law who always makes me laugh, even when he’s being miserable and a couple of his friends and I know it will be the well-needed laughter break I need. Galway better be ready for us!
Apparently, it is going to rain. I don’t care. That’s just an excuse to sit in the pub and tell stories and have a laugh. If nothing else, the conversations that happen between us eight will be enough to bring the sun out, if not physically then certainly metaphorically.
I know that these people help me make sense of this mad world and “I’m not going to let stuff get me upset and I won’t let the little things (or the big things) get me depressed.”
I love my family 🙂