Happiness Is...

This afternoon I was asked to pick the topic for tonights writing.
I don't like being in charge unless I am in my vehicle....then I like to be leader of the pack. But for the most of it, I like to just sit back and I guess be lazy and let everyone else do all the hard work and I just follow.

I attended bingo tonight. I kept thinking...what should we write on? Trying to think back of our other writings, I didn't want to do a repeat...although if we did it quite some time ago, we may have a different perspective on things. I in a loss, went out for a smoke with a lady friend. Actually, I just go out and keep her company while she puffs away. Someday she hopes to quit, but I say when you are ready, you will do it.
I mentioned to her that I am in a journaling group. Hard to explain because people look at me with a caution look. You hear stories of people luring others in and getting information that they are not suppose to be dishing out. They don't understand our click...my family is understanding more of what I am experiencing.
So, Tootie said the word she would pick would be "happy-happiness-what is happy?"
Hmmm....I thought ok...but not really what I was searching for. Then i asked an elderly couple sitting next to me. Well, they are in their 60's. She was a hairdresser and he a factory worker. I asked them the same question I asked Tootie. I do not know their names but her word was "lilac" ... I looked at him and he said "sleep". Oh boy!!!
Next...I asked big Steve whom I graduated with and he just finished a college course. I wrote on a sheet of paper "If you were writing a journal tonight, what would your topic be"...he replied back by writing "fishing".
Ok...fishing??? then he mentioned some other word that went right over my head....forget it!!!
After bingo, a girl named Gail who used to live 2 houses away from me as we were growing up, went to grade school and graduated together stopped and chatted a bit. I asked her the same question I asked Tootie, the elderly couple & Steve and Gail's words were "housework, how I hate housework"...or "bingo...how I lost at bingo". None of these were really what I was looking for as our topic...
But, when I had to make a decision, I thought happiness would be a cheery one and what a way to end the night.
Here is my Happiness Is...
Sunday night my hubby was in bed still not up to par as he had been sick with the chills and fever over the weekend. BJ was upstairs in her room and I was sitting on the couch watching a movie. All of a sudden i heard a strange groan coming from the bedroom. I listened, thoughts went racing through my head and sat still listening for more. A few seconds later, another groan....now I get up to see what is the matter. I immediately thought of my hubby possibly having a stroke and can't get his speech out to be calling for me. I rushed into the bedroom, I turned on the ceiling light which is very bright and he always wakes up with it when turned on but this time he did not wake up. I went to my side of the bed. He has no covers on...I shake his arm and it is cold...very cold ... he still does not wake up. Has my hubby, my companion, my lover died on me??? Nooooo....I shake him harder and he opens his eyes. Whew!!! I told him he was making very strange sounds and he said he was dreaming...but could not remember of what. I was relieved and I told him to look at Reese...she had her head on my pillow and covered up to her neck with my blankets.
This is what Happiness Is...all about!!!