tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post7524769765100476307..comments2024-02-27T12:41:35.811-08:00Comments on Coming to Terms...: We Interrupt This Program...Lisa :-]http://www.blogger.com/profile/02237889098638895390noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-57597692052247315592007-02-04T19:25:00.000-08:002007-02-04T19:25:00.000-08:00I told our pastor today that if I get to preach th...I told our pastor today that if I get to preach this summer, the sermon is already finished. "Life is complicated," I'd say. And then we could all meditate on that for 20 minutes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-83313404646348513462007-02-04T19:27:00.000-08:002007-02-04T19:27:00.000-08:00PS: I believe that the instrument you are looking ...PS: I believe that the instrument you are looking for is: piccolo.<br><br>At least, that's what I saw and heard in your entries.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-3387089284666458512007-02-04T19:56:00.000-08:002007-02-04T19:56:00.000-08:00I think ending a tragic day laughing is perfect. M...I think ending a tragic day laughing is perfect. Maybe, just maybe, the Universe gave you exactly what you needed. <br><br>Hmm...I wonder, could I require everyone attend a comedy club instead of doing a memorial or some such when I die. I'd much rather know people were having a good time at my expense then sitting around morose.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-66451305133670350672007-02-04T21:25:00.000-08:002007-02-04T21:25:00.000-08:00Life is not always a circle sometimes it is an im...Life is not always a circle sometimes it is an image made by a sprograph.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-50994421442885254482007-02-04T21:26:00.000-08:002007-02-04T21:26:00.000-08:00oops I meant life is sometimes life an image made ...oops I meant life is sometimes life an image made by a spirographAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-72813291230504018762007-02-04T22:29:00.000-08:002007-02-04T22:29:00.000-08:00Oh, Lisa. Life is just wierd and strange. How we...Oh, Lisa. Life is just wierd and strange. How we go from one extreme to another never ceases to get to me. The laughter had to be a gift though, a leavening for the loss.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-1590251538781280002007-02-05T00:02:00.000-08:002007-02-05T00:02:00.000-08:00Lisa, I'm sorry to hear about your kitty. Fro...Lisa, I'm sorry to hear about your kitty. From the sound of it, you were meant to go to that comedy club and give yourselves a break. First the tears, then the laughter ... that's just how life is, how it's meant to be. TinaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-46998645731859025372007-02-07T03:46:00.000-08:002007-02-07T03:46:00.000-08:00Laughing is such an emotional outlet....even for g...Laughing is such an emotional outlet....even for grief. Why else would we often laugh at completely inappropriate times? It's an outlet for stress. I think you did just the right thing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-22965500523722469592007-02-08T20:02:00.000-08:002007-02-08T20:02:00.000-08:00Laughter is the best medicine. I know there are so...Laughter is the best medicine. I know there are some funny stories about the cats. I still kind of miss your Marvel of the many stripes and blue green eyes. <br><br>JackieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-39110885128137509942007-02-13T00:01:00.000-08:002007-02-13T00:01:00.000-08:00This may sound horrible, but my brothers and I end...This may sound horrible, but my brothers and I ended up having to leave the church on the night of the visitation, years ago, when my dad died. We'd been lining up for pictures, and we began to joke around about it, like he would have joked around...and then we were bent over with laughter, and had to get out of there. It was good for us, though, and not disrespectful. Laughter, like tears, is a tremendous release...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com