Thank you for all the amazing comments on yesterday’s post, I think that I’ll dedicate a post, hopefully each week and possibly on the same day, to the world beyond my little home. PS. This post isn’t one of them.
Scott and I go to the movies.
Every twenty minutes I lean into him and say: WHAT DID HE SAY?
I think: Oh, that king has a speech impediment.
I’m in the car with the kids and surprisingly, my son is talking about school.
HE’S TALKING ABOUT SCHOOL! And not just what he ate for snack. I think. Because all I hear is WHOOOOOOOSH. And we aren’t in a convertible. Sadly.
Me: E SPEAK UP! I WANT TO HEAR MORE ABOUT YOUR DAY.
E: I’M TELLING YOU!
Me: SPEAK UP LOUDER! IS A WINDOW OPEN?
Me: WHAT DID YOU SAY?
Me: YOU DID WHAT AT SCHOOL?
My daughter pipes in: MUSIC.
My son: RADIO.
Me: I HEARD THAT and you’re just trying to get me to stop yelling.
I think: Maybe our mini-minivan is not well insulated.
I’m guest speaking at a college class on non-profits and social media, and I’m going on about Facebook. (Yes, I love Facebook because it’s a large boat full of EVERYONE including your grandma — mine happens to be an AVID Late Enough reader.)
A woman pipes up during my rant: YOU’RE AWFUL.
I think: That was bold.
I say: Excuse me?
She yells: YOU’RE RIGHT ON.
At which point I stopped asking her to repeat herself.
I might be going deaf, but I’m not going stupid.
When I wrote this post, I told Scott: I’m going to ask my doctor for a hearing test.
Me: Yup. I’m having trouble hearing things. Which might explain our miscommunication lately.
Scott: Oh, it does! I’m saying everything RIGHT; you just can’t hear me!