This morning I took Son to an outdoor concert where he is helping set up for the various bands. He would love to be performing himself, but these are professional bands and Son is still a novice, having only done three gigs so far. I reckon he looks the part though!
When I dropped him off, I asked him if there might be a slight chance he could perform, he said, “Mum, I have already told you a million times – NO! Sometimes you are really slow on the uptake!” He then pointed to his own big head and twirled his fingers to indicate the ‘duuuuuh’ sign. Yes, well….
Then I went to pick Husband up from the nursing lodge, to come home for the day. I stopped at the town’s farmers’ market to buy some cabbages (I usually get around ten at a time) and lettuces. On my way through the checkout, the girl serving me asked, “Where is your restaurant?” which, because of my slow mental reflexes, I thought was rather a strange question until she pointed to the mountain of cabbages.
“Oh,” I said, “no, these are just for my birds.”
“How many chooks do you have?” she asked, interested.
“This is actually for the emus,” I said.
When she laughed her head off, I realized she thought I was joking but, because Husband was waiting in the car, I didn’t bother to clarify.
“About five chooks,” I said.
“Wow, they must eat a lot,” she said, still laughing.
Another ‘duuuh’ moment.
Husband’s reunion with home and the dogs was lovely. I let them inside for awhile. Don’t be fooled by Husband’s lack of expression; that’s just the Parkinson’s disease. Doc is the one on his lap and Jack is our Irish Terrier. Blaze (Doc’s son) tends to cower when he is excited, so he isn’t in the picture because he stayed under one of the chairs (he and Doc have a fractious father/son relationship).
And then, all of a sudden, before the kettle had even boiled, the power went off – and stayed off for a couple of hours. So, no television, no airconditioning (it’s over 30 degrees and humid today), no water, no telephone. I plugged in the old telephone that doesn’t rely on electricity and rang the power emergency line and was put on hold, hold, hold, until I gave up and went back into the sitting room with Husband who suggested we have a beer! Okay, so we did that, had a chat about the future and then I said, “Okay I’m going to ring them again now.”
“Why?” Husband asked.
“Because I’m sick of this!” I said, impatiently. “We need electricity – this is ridiculous, waiting all this time.”
“But it’s fine,” Husband said, a strange look on his face.
“What?” I said. “Wait, I can’t hear you; the television is too loud.”
And, bingo, that’s when I realized that the power had come back on during our serious talk about the future and I hadn’t even noticed.
We both cracked up laughing after which Husband said he needed to have a lie down (laughter can be exhausting!)
And I am still laughing while I am writing about my third ‘duuuh’ moment in a single day – argh!
jmgoyder 
I am always left wondering if you write these subtle themes intentionally or if they are by accident. Either way, cheers. It is always a wonder. Btw Dr. Julie. I know you know your son is individuating. It wont be long now 🙂
Probably a bit of both! What’s this Dr Julie business? Ha!
I just thought the process of teenage individuation was more for Dr Julie than you. :). It’s a bit clinical.
duuuh?
Hi,
I can’t get the over the fact that the person in the shop was laughing when you mentioned you had emu’s? I feel this one was their DUH moment and not yours. 😀
I agree! On the other hand they’re not usually kept as pets, as you know. I’m sure she thought I was a real weirdo – hehe!
That WAS funny 🙂
Yeah, lucky I can laugh at myself!
Julie, every artist/musician is, or was a novice, how does he think Jimi Hendrix, and the like started. He has to push his nose in, get himself a slot in a concert, play in a pub / club etc.
Tell your son to stop all the negative attitudes, and get himself out there.
Watch out Eric Clapton, there’s an Aussie coming.
Brilliant comment which I will pass on immediately to the BRAT!!
I meant to mention, that’s a brilliant photograph of him.
How come every time someone says it’s a good photo, I didn’t take it? Alas, his music teacher took this one.
I wish I could take the credit!
I’m so glad you can share a laugh together. And you know it is infectious! You made me laugh too! Lynda
I know it’s a cliche but laughter is certainly the best medicine ever!
Cliche or not… it is scientifically proven to work! 😉 ~ L
Ha!
Very funny (about the tv too loud & you thinking the power wasn’t on).
Sounds like you were having a ‘senior moment’
Surely I am not old enough to have a senior moment? hahahaha!