Sometimes you just need to remember who you were. Life can get way too serious, us being all responsible and grave about our jobs, the future, our cholesterol. I bought some party lights two years ago, dreaming about them being all strung up on my front porch. Somebody told me they'd look tacky. Somebody else said they belonged on the back porch. Well, this last week, me and daughter Liz got everything on that porch pulled off, cleaned, laundered, scrubbed and painted. While all the furniture was languishing in the front yard, looking only slightly tacky, we hung the lights. They'd been waiting patiently in their boxes for their first soiree. Liz stood up on the railing and moved them ten times before we got it right. We danced to Jack Johnson on the iPhone speakers and laughed like kids. Then we got the pond pump cleaned out, filled up all the fountains and turned everything on. When Papa got home, we all sat out there like buzzed puppies, so excited about it. It's really taken some years to get that porch to where I wanted it, but now it's perfect. Southern Living ain't got nothing on us. Think of it, somebody ought to call them on over.
On another kid note, for Pa's birthday this year, I bought him a used golf cart. It's so cute, and after we got the kinks out, we took her for a whirl tonight. (I'm saying "her." Papa named her Maggie, since we live on Magnolia Street, our house is named "Magnolia Rose" and she needed a name.) We swung down to that new little restaurant, "Roosters" in Villa Rica, ate some yummy comfort food, and then took a tour in our buggy. We cackled and it felt like we were doing something naughty, taking a golf cart to the city streets. The wind kicked through our hair and we saw stuff we had never noticed before.
Life is short. Find a way to giggle.
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