“Humor is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence. Laugh at your mistakes but learn from them, joke over your troubles but gather strength from them, make a jest of your difficulties but overcome them.”- L.M. Montgomery
With the idea of laughing on my mind, I have noticed that I do not laugh as much as I used to. Not in a terribly bad way. I laugh a lot with my students, but I just spend more time alone these days. And this time last year...my afternoons were spent constantly with friends and laughing throughout the day. Now that I spend more time by myself, even doing things I enjoy such as cooking, reading, and drawing, I just do not laugh like I would when I am with friends.
Since I noticed this, I have been blessed with laughter. On Saturday, I spend the day with a friend of a friend's mom in Frankfurt, who turned out to be the most welcoming and kind-hearted lady, whom I think will be my pseudo-mom while I am in Germany. In addition to her taking me grocery shopping and allowing me to relax in her home, we had great conversations full of laughter.
Yesterday, I spent time with my American neighbor who is hilarious, so once again my afternoon was spent laughing.
Today was far from what I expected, but again, a day full of laughter.
At school, I had planned to take a few of the dragons geocaching. For those of you who aren't familiar, its basically where you put coordinates into a handheld GPS and it leads you to a little treasure. The reason I got roped into this is because the GPS is in English. So, this was a 7-clue cache...meaning me and five little german kids had to walk 4 kilometers in the woods, entering coordinates and solving riddles, just to find a little plastic toy turkey at the end. The kids absolutely loved it and the language barrier combined with their enthusiasm and my cluelessness made for a hilarious day.
As mentioned, I was cat sitting this weekend. But when I came in to feed the kitty this afternoon, he didn't greet me at the door. By the horrible meows I heard, I immediately knew something was wrong. In short, the cat has this four story tower to climb on. There was a YoYo on the second level, and he somehow got his paw caught in it and was dangling from his play tower. I cut the YoYo and freed the cat, but his paw was seriously injured. While the fact that the poor cat was hurt really is not funny, it was funny as I frantically tried to explain what had happened (by actions, broken german, and basic english...) to my co-worker, Katha. When she finally understood, the paw had already swelled up like a balloon. Katha explained it to some others and called my boss, and we ended up having to rush poor Mikosch to the vet. He got a cast on his paw and a shot, but luckily he is going to be fine. There have already been plenty of jokes made about what a bad cat-sitter I am, so I am thinking that maybe the bright spot in this is that I won't turn into a crazy old cat lady? Regardless, after spending almost two hours at the vet and finding out the cat was going to be alright, we had a few good laughs about the strangeness of the whole situation.
|Mikosch waiting at the vet...not a happy cat at this moment!|
Though all these instances are just little parts of everyday life, it was such a cool testament to me that as I had laughter on my mind and became concerned about the lake thereof, God put numerous little funny things in my path.