The other day was kind of the best day. Mostly because I woke up laughing and then Z and I were kind of just laughing all day. And we didn’t really do anything but go to the market and stuff, but still. It’s just that I woke Z up by telling him about how I used to pass Bob Barker and his dog in the mornings when I went hiking and then I said, “Do you know what Bob Barker’s dog’s name is?…It’s Dog Barker!” only I was laughing hysterically halfway through the joke and could barely make it to the punchline because it was so funny and Z started laughing at me for laughing so much at my own joke and also because it was a really good joke, if you ask me.
Then I said, in defiance of all responsibility, “I’m not doing anything until I go on vacation!” Even though there is no vacation planned any time at all. And then we laughed some more.
But I guess, it’s just really nice to not have to do anything. Because we’re always asking ourselves such big questions and trying to do so much and life is so heavy sometimes and we think too much and why are we here and how do we do this and what’s it all about and how can I do something that matters and when can we go on a vacation? And then we start sounding like Woody Allen monologues with all of our existentialist problems and we can get pretty brooding and forlorn so it’s good to just laugh about things sometimes.
And then, another day, we went up to his sister’s new place on a hill. It was a small gathering in the afternoon and when it got darker and colder I made a fire in the fire pit on the hillside and it was nice to remember how to build a fire and everyone seemed happy and then we went inside and played piano in the living room. And it feels like there’s so much meaning in days like that.
And then I think, everything’s important. We’re all doing different things and none of us knows what we’re doing.
And we laugh in the morning, and we play piano in living rooms.