A couple of weeks ago I went to a language conference in Thailand. It was remarkably informative and inspiring for my “volunteered” role as language facilitator for our Cambodia team. I also thoroughly enjoyed spending time connecting with the other facilitators from our teams across Africa and Asia.
But the greatest joy was each night before turning out the lights I would snuggle into bed with a novel (frivolity!) borrowed from the library there. Before I even opened the cover I would just laugh out loud at the bliss of it.
My room-mates thought I was a little crazy. They may be right. But it comes from laughing too rarely and taking life far too seriously. If I had to find just one word to describe our household, it would be “intense”.
In an effort to reverse the effects before we all end up in the nut house, I am brainstorming ideas as to how to inject more laughter and life into our house… but they all seem … well, frivolous! For example, I could make “time-wasting” my new year’s resolution … except that I have far too much to do. Or I could put on a funny DVD… but I really have to get into the packing.
It frankly seems beyond me. What I really need is a friend to hijack me, force-feed me a big steak and chips followed by chocolate mud-cake smothered in cream, and make me laugh until I cry.
Weekly, preferably, but fortnightly will do.
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I'm sure you'll get a few laughs observing the way we Aussies live. Looking forward to feeding you some of that chocolate, chips or whatever it is you need for a chuckle. Praying for you guys as you pack and say goodbyes.
Thanks Linda. We're back and loving it. Have to keep up the running in order to justify the eating extravaganza. Seems like everyone is being most helpful in fattening us up! Look forward to catching up soon.
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