OH, THE LAUGHTER

Tonight was "game night" at Relief Society. There were about sixteen women there. I haven't laughed that much in...well, years. I should have taken photos but how do you photograph laughter? This is as good a representation as I could find.

One friend I see every other month, waiting in line to give blood for the Red Cross. (This was much more pleasant and the treats were better, too.) Two friends I see every month at book club. Two different friends I see each week at Personal History. And the rest...well, it was good to be with them, laughing and loving each other.


Thanks Pammie, for organizing this. You're the best and it was the funnest. When is the next game night?


PS How did my "Die Hard" get to be "Bedtime for Bonzo" I wonder, and from "Bedtime for Bonzo" to "The Big Bad Wolf?" And you should have seen the illustrations!

FAMILY HOME EVENING

Yikes, it's almost midnight and I have just logged on for the day.

My friend, DeAnn, has just started a blog. Hop on over and give her some encouragement. She is doing it because I am such a nag. She will love it, and she will write some interesting things. Thank you, DeAnn.

I love it when people get tired of my nagging and do what I want.

DeAnn is one of the most talented writers I have ever met. She has a future in publishing if she can just carve out some hours every day to write. She wrote a piece about her mother that left the members of her Writer's Critique group without words. All I could say was, "Wow, DeAnn." Not worthy of her essay but that's all the words I could come up with. Maybe she will publish it on her blog someday.

Anyway, I will take her lead tonight to write a about our own Family Home Evening. Phil wanted to read together. As much as I like to do that I wanted something exciting.

Too late for a movie. I can hear you, That's excitement? Yes, our boring lives are pathetic. Other people jet off to Europe. I sit on the lawn swings--obviously not now, in the snow--but, if they were still out there I probably would bundle up and do it. Anyway, I sit in the lawn swings and watch the drama of the mountain and am content. I go to the movies--which I adore--but not R rated ones, and am happy.

So, I stood at the closet door and read off the list of games. Sorry, Clue--my favorite.

"I'm not fond of Clue," he said.

What's the matter with him? Clue is a great game but maybe because I win he does not have fond memories. Who wants to remember a wife who says, "Yes!" and slaps her hand on the table?

I read off the other possibilities. Scrabble being one. Don't let him choose Scrabble, I thought. I am not great at Scrabble unless miss-spelling and made up words count--with wonderfully believable definitions, occasionally I've even gotten away with them. If those count then I'm one fantastic Scrabble player.

So, we watched a Hallmark movie I had recorded in December. So much for making memories, for learning about the gospel or for excitement.

It's like those fireworks that I had to watch from the shed in Annabella, 5 1/2 miles away from Richfield, where the firework display was. The fireworks went "poink" (with a small "p") instead of "Whoosh! Bang!" Remind me to tell you that story someday. Right after the wooden leg one and the learning to drive one.

Family Home Evening tonight: "Poink." But luckily, I'm content.