He is Here, Isn't He?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Glitter Graphics

I have been known to talk to a person on the phone thinking it was someone else, so I like to make sure that I am talking to the right person.

In the past, when Hubby called me from work to inquire about the contents of his mail, I’d rattle off the names on the return address of the mail only to find out it wasn’t him. When a caller calls around the time he usually makes his call, that’s when it goes haywire. For this reason, I’ve made a habit of double-checking.

Here is a recent conversation:

Me: Hello?

Hubby: This is Hubby.

Me, thinking that it sounded like Hubby, but assumed that the caller said “Is Hubby there?”: He’s not here right now.

Hubby: This IS Hubby.

Me: Is this Hubby?

Hubby: Yes. I had to go find myself but I don’t need to find myself anymore.

Me, heart dropping: You don't?...You were looking for yourself? I didn’t know you were looking for yourself.

Hubby: Nooo. I know where I am at. I don’t need to find myself.

Me, heart pounding faster now: You don't need to find yourself?

Hubby: I know where I am at.

Me, slowly realizng that he meant that he didn’t have to go find himself. He is Hubby so he didn’t have to go and GET himself on the phone. Oooohhh, duh. Then I said: I thought you were trying to tell me you had a mid-life crisis or something.

Hubby: No, no. I know where I am at.

Me: Okay

Hubby: Just calling to say that I am working overtime till _____.

Me: You are working overtime till _____.

Hubby: Yes.

I have fun with words. It’s fun to take the word out of context and play with it. There can be many ways to interpret them. I guess this time, words had fun with me. Or I have created a word-playing monster (Hubby) because I play that on him all the time. Pay back. Good one. I’ll get you back.

I have lots of funny converstations on the phone. What do you do? Laugh at yourself and move on. In my better ear, with HAs, I hear about 50 decibels, but it could be a little less now. Compare that to about 95 decibel loss without the HA on. So it's amazing sometimes how much I do pick up and screw up, too.

Adventure at the Lake

"A crab pinched her!!" My youngest, Angel, was standing to a little to my left, waving her hand at me.

We were at my sister's for the Fourth of July celebrations. A lot of kids were swimming in the lake.

Angel, my explorer, liked to collect clam shells and snail shells. As usual, she was wading in the shallow water.

"Mom, a crab pinched her!!" She repeated.

She didn't have the look of alarm on her face.

"A crab pinched her!!" I exlcaimed, immediately scanning the water for Flare, but she was swimming in the deeper part of the water, playing with her cousins.

My eyes traveled back towards Angel.

Again, she repeated. "A crab pinched her!!"

I looked for another girl who may have been pinched by a crab.

I remember trying to catch crayfish when I was little. I would step in the area in front of it, and then put a bucket behind it. It would swim backwards into the bucket. They really don't go around attacking. At least I didn't think so. Maybe a kid provoked it??

Now she was waving her hand at me some more.

I was almost afraid to look at her hand. What if there was a crayfish hanging off of it? It didn't make sense to me, because it there was one there, she'd be crying or someone else would have noticed something.

In her hand was a water-decomposed severed crayfish pincher.

(Whew!)