the blog world

I have been reading people's blogs- in particular this one from the sister of a friend (I was going to say this sister of a friend's blog, but I couldn't figure out where to put the 's). And she is a writer and provides links to blogs of her writer friends. And they are so entertaining and funny! Love them.

I guess I'm just wondering right now, as I figure this out, what do you do with the sad stuff? I mean, nobody wants to read about anything sad- otherwise you could open the paper or something. Guess you find the humorous anecdotes to share among the sadness (I've learned that much over the past 4 years).

So, here's one:
At the wake (the only sad part of the story- insert here instead an engagement party), people walk around and serve coffee. This is not the Turkish coffee we usually drink, nor is it the American coffee (as we call it) or the espresso, but something we call "plain coffee" that is served at large gatherings. With this, you walk around with four or five little round, handless coffee cups that are stacked up in each other and a thermos, and for each person, you pour them a little- it's enough for about 3 or 4 sips- and they take the cup off the top. And you move on to the person next to them.

One of my younger cousins had been doing this. She was brave enough to continue to do it even when this woman squawked at her- that much coffee! when she poured too much in the cup. How are you supposed to know this? Anyway, she walked up to someone, and it's really hard to balance all of those cups in your hand, and you are supposed to pour with your left and serve with your right, and so she poured, and held out the cups, but the way she was holding the cup, she had her finger on the top cup, and when the woman went to take the cup, she couldn't, so they sort of wrestled for it for a while, while from across the room I was trying to hold myself from laughing way out loud. After the wrestling match seemed to be getting nowhere, my cousin handed the woman the thermos, and there they stood, the guest with the thermos while my cousin, red with embarrassment and shame, humiliated at not knowing how to pour "plain coffee" properly, she held the cups.

This may be a you-had-to-be-there sort of story. But even now as I was writing it down I laughed out loud and ended up telling my dad the story. A few minutes later, he made another comment about it- he was still picturing how it went down, I guess. He said, you should have mediated, told them it was alright, tried to get them to make up.

hehe