Common Traits
My father has always been a man of few words, but last week I realized we had much more in common. I kept track of a whole day conversation between us, starting after breakfast.
“Papy, are you done eating?”
“Mmh!”
“Ok!
“You only?”
“Oh yes, forgot the other glass!”
“Ok!”
Now I started writing while he was reading.
Two hours later:
“Mmh!”
“You ok Papy?
“Sure!”
“Ok!”
Two more hours, he’s still reading, while I’m writing.
Annoyed by my errors, I said:
“Gosh!”
Are you ok?
“Sure!”
“Ok!”
An hours later:
“Hungry?”
“Yeah!”
“Salad is?”
“Good?”
“Good!”
“Some V-8?”
“Ok!”
“Ok!”
An hour later, he walks toward the glass door:
“Those iguanas!
“Wow!!!”
“Oh-Oh!
“WOW!”
Together we said: “Over 10 of them!”
“Wow!” I answered.
“Wow! They’re eating all the plants.” (He said)
“Yap!”
“Wow!”
I resumed my writing while he’s opening the mails. Not a spoken word between us, till about an hour later when my loudmouth daughter walked through the front doorr.
“HI PAPY! How was your day?
Papy and I quickly glanced at each other, the we both nod our head to say:
“Oops! The drum is here!”
laughtermedicineforthesoul 
August 20, 2015 at 10:53 pm
That sounds lovely. Enough words to get what you need across, and enjoying the silence the rest of the time.
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August 22, 2015 at 3:21 pm
Exactly! Thank you for your comment, and visiting my blog.
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