March SOLC–Day 26
Have you ever noticed that sometimes an unintended word pops out of your mouth? I’m not talking the four-letter variety either. Or the common mistake of calling one of your children by their brother’s or sister’s name…or the dog’s for that matter. I’m talking about this lovely phenomenon that seems to happen to me with some regularity these days. That moment when you say a word that is not at all what’s intended…and makes no sense. It worries me some. It would worry me more if my husband weren’t doing it, too. Since he is, I’m just tacking it up to one of the joys of the aging process.
Yesterday, we spent the whole day together visiting our kids in Orono, Maine. Throughout the day we laughed at a few mis-said words. Mostly, we just help each other out and supply the correct word. Sometimes it’s a bit more humorous. After one such moment, I’d said, “This aging stuff is gonna be great! Before too long, we’re going to be babbling together like idiots. Hopefully we’ll still at least be able to understand each other!”
After our daughter’s concert that night, we returned to our hotel room to settle down for the night. I was first in bed, enjoying the luxury of a well-heated room. (note: At home, old, old house+Maine winter+ poor insulation+kids in college=low, low thermostat setting=Brrrr!)
Ahhhhh…It’s so nice and warm in here. Ohhhh… maybe I can take my socks off.
What? Oh, no! My warm and cozy thoughts scattered and an icy finger of dread skittered down my spine. I glanced up quickly, knowing what I would see. Dreading it. Yes, there he was. Just as I thought. Kurt was standing over at the thermostat, his trigger finger on the down button. (He prefers to sleep in a temperature that’s a bit more… Arctic.)
He hit the button again and the fan engines revved up ominously. A stream of cool air wafted through the room almost instantaneously. I shivered before it even reached me.
“NO!” I wailed, “I was just thinking how nice it was to be warm. I was even going to take my socks off!”
“Not your socks!” he teased.
“Yes! And there aren’t any extra blankets either,” I whined.
“Did you check the closet?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said plaintively, adding a dramatic shiver for effect.
“How about the drawer?”
“Do you want me to call down and get you one?” he asked. ” I’ll even sprinkle the blanket on you when it gets here.”
Sprinkle the blanket?
We both burst out laughing.
Yup. It’s gonna be fun!