My entire married life has been,"I too know the love of a laconic man." I learned my own counsel to keep, to find other outlets for my chatty (hello, outlet!), and grew used to a house where quiet contemplation was the norm. All of a sudden, he's gone chatty on me. I don't have enough breathing room to rub two thoughts of my own together to make a spark, and it's rare that I can actually complete a sentence these days without being enthusiastically interrrupted and the conversational thread unwound like Jeffy in The Family Circus fetching a bucket of water. Who are you? And what have you done with my taciturn man?
I don't really have anything to say about the content, but I really love the language in this paragraph, especially your use of metaphor and simile.
Ahahahaha! I would be the scold in 1930 saying "stop using 'contact,' you hippie-dippy weirdos!" BUSTED.
I would have too! ""Contact" is not a verb! Just say "communicate"!"
msbelle, 1.5 weeks will go fast, especially with nasty-boss not around!
Someone make my yowling cat shut up. He wants to go Outside and he cannot.
Bev's writing is a thing of beauty.
My mother had her MRI this morning (which went fine with Valium), and the results show nothing else, no other spread, so I think it's the best possible news. (Other than "Whoops, just kidding about that cancer.")
Good news, Dana.
Yup, I always love what Bev has to say and how she says it.
Good news is very good, Dana! What a relief for your mom and all your family.
Good news, Dana.
ita !, I hope you're feeling better.
