I find that I’m crying a lot more than I ever did before. I was never a big crier, and this change baffles me. Sometimes, the tears flow out of sheer frustration. I want to do something I’ve done before, but I can’t. Then I cry. Sometimes, I cry in pain, even though it might not be great pain. At other times, I cry because I’m feeling blue, and everything hits me at once. At these times, I need laughter.
I don’t laugh enough. Sometimes a simple hee-hee will escape over something on TV, but real laughter doesn’t come. So, I try to find humor in the things around me. At times, the ploy works. Yesterday, I just had to laugh at my husband – and he didn’t mind.
He’s my helper when I’m baking. I’ve explained many times that baking is an exact task, unlike regular cooking. Measurements must be precise, temps must be exact, and timing must be perfect or the results will change. Yesterday, he was helping me pour ingredients for the cookies. Every item was just a little off, and the end result showed it. He added a little too much sugar and a little less flour. I tried to correct it but was too late. Then came the vanilla fiasco. The recipe calls for three teaspoons, but he skimped on the first. Then he kept trying to compensate. I have no idea how much ended up in the bowl. The cookies should be flat and crisp. They ended up curved and soft. We laughed. They still tasted good.
Today, I have to get him back on track with being precise. I may end up with all new cookies! The laughter definitely helped!