To laugh.

The body can feel old. The mind can go foggy.
When the week is long.
When the co-workers are crabby.
When the calendar says Spring but the days say wait again.

Until the Saturday of today!
Morning sun flows into our windows. Warms the floors.
So we take to the outdoors.
My spouse by my side. To do too much in one day.

Lumber, screws, hammer, and screwdriver build a gate.
Shovel, wheelbarrow, gloves, and old shoes move perenials.
(Spouse Rosie tells me what they are, where they go, where I should go).

Daughter Anna's 2 dogs want to go outside. In. Out. In.
Out again.
The day goes by.
Each hour gets warmer, sunny-er, more delightful-er!

We work all day. Hard good work.
Until the clock hits 5 pm.
(Yet do I still wear a winter face?)

We go to the kitchen table for after 5 pm supper.
I take the far end.
Spouse Rosie takes the other far.
Anna sits equal distant between.

Rosie sets a dish in front of me.
The dish holds small, narrow, baked potatoes.
Wrinkled. With grassy spices hanging on.
Spouse Rosie has cut them an inch or 2 long.

Then I shout out, "Why, these potatoes look like fingers!"

Anna takes her cue.
She slides over into my face.
Hands are stretched out. Fingers pulled in to show only her knuckles.
Knuckles now at my eye sockets.

She exclaims, "Why of course they look like finger-erz!. See-ee-ee!!"
"I baked them myself!!"

I laugh. Hard. Healthy. Eyes tear up.
Anna laughs back. A goofy back-at-ya funny motion to go with.

We look to Rosie.
She has her wine glass almost emptied at this point.
So we will be rewarded.
She squints. Chuckles. Heaves ahead. Hands go against lips.
She bubbles out in full laughter now.

The three of us do not know how to stop.
The chicken and sweet corn are a riot to see.
Every movement we make pokes at/for more fun.

Then we quiet way later when dishes get moved to the sink.
And I sit at my keyboard now. To ponder.
(My winter face slithered away sometime during evening supper).

Why does laughter come at no predictable time?
It follows no calendar. Goes by no kitchen clock.
Like I do.