Friends are memorie makers.

My daughter and some friends are going snowboarding to Chestnut mountain today. Two friends Dan and Courtney, not a couple, spent the night in my two bedroom, two bath {thank the Lord} condo. Yesterday my daughter quietly went about her day as if not one thing out of the ordinary was going to happen today. But I was horror struck! Where are they going to sleep? Is the house clean? Do I need to go out and get some food for breakfast for everyone? Should I just stay in my room? What if I need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night will I wake them up? LAUGHING AT MYSELF!
I stayed home from work yesterday because I woke up in the morning to a ferocious rumbling in my stomach that screamed what in H did you eat yesterday? I must admit that my digestive system is showing it's age and quickly responds to my inappropriate food and beverage choices. I sipped water and apologized for eating a whole burger with fries and A1 sauce for lunch, having cocktails before my linguine and white clam sauce dinner and nibbling on a Christmas cookie for dessert. I took two aspirins to calm the internal storm, called work, and went back to sleep. When I awoke, physically, I was much better. Mentally old habits and concerns paralyzed my functioning brain. LAUGHING AT MYSELF!
I began cleaning the house. "What are you doing mom? I thought your were sick." my daughter questioned. "You are having guest over the house is a mess!" I replied. After the floor was cleaned, bathroom and kitchen checked I arranged the furniture to put the air mattress up for the male guest and we fitted it with pillows and bed linens. I made a light dinner to appease my internal dilemma and retired to my room before the guest arrived.
Alone and calm that the place was ready I had time to think of yesterday when I was the one going skiing with a group of friends and really LAUGHED AT MYSELF! What did I remember about those times. Was it the place we stayed, the food we ate, the condition of the hills, the weather, what I wore or what I drank? A bit. But what made me smile most was the memories of my friend falling and breaking a ski in half, or tearing their pants when they slid uncontrollably down the bunny hill?
And so as I meander through the final chapter of my life I will keep laughing at the other stages of life that have bought me here joyfully.