Lately I've been thinking alot about my friends. These last few weeks have been suckfestian* for some of my dearest friends... between nasty health stuff, building a house that has encountered more road blocks than travelling through a country under martial law, gestational diabetes, escape artist cats, PhD extension papers that were "missed" and then found (but not before a panic), a nasty case of the flu, tonsillectomies, and the night terrors, my friends are having a rocky start to 2008.
On Friday night I called Leslie. We tend to catch up a few times a year (not nearly as often as we should). After hearing her sucky news (a transfer to a remote town just when Leslie has found her own niche in Ottawa), we proceeded to get down to the business of our phone calls:
Telling ridiculous story after ridiculous story until we're laughing so hard that we're gasping for air.
(Any story that starts with a fender bender and ends with a Herpes Support Group is a good one by me. Heh heh, "Ends.")
I couldn't help but think how fortunate I am to have friends who can share laughter with me, even when they're facing uncertain times.
Tonight, Mr. Happy and I went out for supper. It was the first time in 11 days that he would be home for the night** so we celebrated with some Hot and Sour Soup from Pho Hoang Min (a little restaurant near the bridge in Dartmouth - it's wonderful - you should really go.)
At the end of our meal, I cracked open my fortune cookie and the fortune above was in it.
I've got several packages to mail this week to some of the friends (and family) I am fortunate to know. I hope you enjoy your goodies.
*Suckfestian - I'm not sure where this word came from, but I love it.**Mr. Happy has been recording Matt Mays' latest album - they started each day around 2pm and would leave the studio as the sun was rising.