That Sound Of Silence? Doesn’t Exist

Nov 15, 2009 by

The Little Black Dress is under strict doctor’s orders to whisper.

And oil and water mix.

The LBD is, shall we say, one who communicates. With her voice. A lot. Attempting to make a communicator not communicate – with three Sons of Thunder no less – is a losing battle.

I have said “you’re not whispering” to her more than I’ve told the Sons in a lifetime that, “no, we’re not there yet.”

The LBD is not a very good patient. Primarily because it’s like asking gravity to stop. Some things are difficult to achieve.  

I’m sure the Sons have nothing to do with the damaged vocal cords. Because they are the shining example of obedience.  First time she asks, it’s done. No questions. She never has to repeat herself with ever-increasing volumes.

And I just laughed so hard writing that last sentence something came out of my nose.

We need silence. I like the sound of that. And I have often succeeded in finding silence. At night. In the middle of the lake. Alone.

It is not a sound you hear with the LBD and the Sons of Thunder around. Especially as the master communicator has serious competition from the eldest Son in that department.

So anyway, I’m all over this. We will actually get to practice my mantra of “Speak only to improve the silence.”

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The LBD’s attempts at whistles, clapping hands, stomping feet or just throwing the closest object does little more than add to the volume. The Sons seem to feed on such attention-getting attempts by their mother.

She must whisper. One of her true talents is gone. At least for now.  Fascinating how we never miss what we have until it’s gone; or it’s still there, but out of reach for some period.

A talent, a gift, a hobby. Losing the ability to do what you love to do brings out a frustration and often an emptiness.

For the LBD, not being able to speak has not impacted her ability to make noise. Right now she’s got the staple gun blasting away on some fabric. There are spray guns to use, hammers to hammer, drills to drill.

It seems louder.

But she’s learned to flip the dog. She might not be able to communicate in her normal way, but she can still express herself.  You don’t always need to talk to communicate.  Okay, well the LBD does, but she’s getting by.  Her “talent” may be sidelined for a while, but she knows she has others.

And that’s what we all need to face. Losing something we’ve always done doesn’t mean there aren’t other things you can do. The Rules of Life never state you only get one gift, one talent.

It’s up to us to find them.

And I’m off to get more staples.

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  1. Betsy Perry

    My BIGGEST smile of the day!

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