Joy Junket

Let’s have a party. You bring the cake and the streamers, I’ll bring the music and the laughter. We’ll get a bunch of people together and have a ball.

In fact, maybe we should have a ball. Like a real ball with pretty dresses and princes and everything. What am I talking about? Gibberish, but I have to start somewhere with this subject, so gibberish it is. The truth is, my bra is itchy, I’ve been apathetic all day, I don’t really feel like doing anything but going to bed. I don’t want to talk about parties.

I don’t know that absolutely any place is a good place for a party. Doesn’t that sound a bit frivolous? A bit silly? Well, yes, it does. But who cares?!? Isn’t that the point? The point Sarah and Suzi are trying to make is, “Be silly! Be frivolous!” But why?

Why when there are so many harsh realities in life should we go out of our way, risking ridicule, to be goof balls? And what exactly is a party anyway. I suppose I could check Webster’s. My daughter has often told me that I will talk to anyone. It’s true. I’ve started up conversations at many a check-out counter. I’ll talk to strangers all day long. People fascinate me. And I love to make them smile. So many people are so darned depressed looking. It’s fun to watch their eyes light up, their lips curve in a smile. Peoples’ faces change so much when they smile. Some people look completely different. Their whole face changes with a big grin.

Okay. That’s all for now.  Kim at Retreat with me