Loud and long. Laugh until you gasp for breath.”
We were sitting at my kitchen table, when Sister Number 3 said something so funny, that I laughed so hard I choked. We are still trying to remember what it was that made me laugh so hard. Good thing Sister Number 1 is a nurse, and I actually think she was ready to intervene when I contained myself. We come from a long line of shallow breathers. This is something else that made us laugh. How ridiculous is that?
Time spent with my sisters this past week was precious, and I have had many precious experiences in the past few weeks. They are planning my future relationships for me, and here are some of their plans…
- I should meet a welder or blacksmith. I can do this by taking a welding class. I could use an iron fence for my yard at my tiny house. A welder could be manly. He would have a useful skill, and possibly an artistic and creative side which would match mine.
- If the welder doesn’t work out, I could meet a plumber. Guess how that would happen. Yes, I could take a plumbing class. I wrote before about my experiences hiring a plumber, but I tend to agree with Sister Number 2. Sometimes it is just easier to pay the plumber.
- They thought a lawyer would be a handy person to know. That is not gonna happen, though. First, I do not want to take a class in Law, and second, if it doesn’t work out, I don’t want to be…well, you know.
My sisters are all the best, ever. Laughing with them this week was truly wonderful. They have some great ideas. I am going to listen to them, but I am going to live my own life, look for opportunities to laugh long and loud and until I can’t breathe, and let God do the planning.