Have you ever been in a submarine?
If you haven’t, would you want to?
Nope again. Just last week my friend told me about her tour of a submarine stationed near her home. She described the times when the sailors were in enemy waters and needed to retreat to their bunks and remain absolutely silent. For hours. The submarine was “turned off”, including air circulation. The sonar of another ship can detect the tiniest noise, a sneeze, for example.
No, I’m too tall, too wide, too everything to ever allow myself to tour something as confined as a submarine.
Are you a listener or talker?
This is a very timely question. The quick Reader’s Digest answer is “listener.”
My husband is a man who loves to talk, who has lots to say, who processes his day by “reading it back” to me when he gets home, or, in the case of this coming weekend, when we travel.
The question is timely because this issue of dialogue, of conversation, is a… um, sore spot. An issue. In other words, “What about me? When do I get a chance to speak?”
I mentioned in my Building Rome post that I want to be careful of knee-jerk responses when hubby and I are travelling this coming weekend. It’s a five-hour drive. Plenty of opportunity for conversation, right? Well, you’d think. But usually he talks and I listen. He has a million and one opinions of current events (mostly politics). He will process his thoughts on the topic du jour. I offer the appropriate verbal gestures: uh huh, yes, go on…If I venture to contribute, more often than not, he will cut me off because he’s on a roll. Or he doesn’t hear me. Worse, he dismisses what I might have to say, because it is not in line with his ideas.
This, my friends, pisses me off, and in true knee jerk reaction, I fire at will. Damn the torpedoes, as it were. Of course it makes for hard feelings and taints the better part of the remaining time we have in the car. I’d like to improve my part in the dynamic.
Do you prefer crunchy peanut butter or smooth peanut butter? Anything with your peanut butter?
I like whatever I can get that has no sugar or salt added. From the grocery store, that means the jar with the blue lid. I used to grind fresh roasted peants at the health food store, but it closed some time ago. On rare occasions, I might have jam with the peanut butter toast.
Have you ever been drunk?
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
We paid a visit to some rockhound friends on Sunday. They had just returned from a collecting trip in Thunder Bay, and they hit the jackpot. They spent about two weeks hauling out plate after plate, crystal after spectacular crystal of amethyst. I was getting a contact buzz (speaking of drunkenness) just listening to them recount their adventures. They had pale purple, and dark purple, and a maroon shade they called raspberry. My friend turned to me and asked what was my favourite colour? I said raspberry. He handed me this beautiful specimen and said, here, it’s yours. Then he gave me a purple one, just because. I was speechless.
This weekend: I look forward to the mineral show in Bancroft. And a chance to mind my P’s and Q’s. Possibly an R,S, and T, too.
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In response to Cee’s Share Your World