February 25, 2020

It’s all felt so frantic some moments. Other moments it feels so … languid, like when you dream you are walking through molasses or something.

Today felt like both. A hurry up and wait kind of day. I have things I have to take care of. I don’t have the means to do it. I needed to get certain paperwork notarized. I needed an ID I didn’t have. So I had to go get one. Which meant my friend had to drive me there and back, bless her loving heart.

Then the wait. For a lousy ID. The wait, over two flipping hours.

There was a lady next to me. She’d been in front of me in another line, and I’d commentated on how I liked her knitting that she’d brought with her. She sat next to me when we ran into each other in the new area, as that seat was empty. I was chatting with my friend who’d brought me, trying to pass the time. I thought I’d tell her a story of when Dane and I were fairly newly married.

Did I ever tell you about the time he made me pretend to be deaf?

Deaf? What?

I knew some sign language, see, and when we went into this restaurant, he said, “Pretend you’re deaf! Do some sign language stuff!”

“Oh I could never …,” I protested.

“Hurry! Here comes the waitress!”

I held up my menu, mostly to hide my face so I could try to compose myself.

“Would you like anything to drink?” our waitress asked. He responded but I ignored her. I could sense her looking at me.

“Oh, she’s deaf, but I know she likes Pepsi,” he said.

“Oh!” she exclaimed in understanding. “No problem, I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

When she brought our drinks, she asked if we were ready. Dane actually knocked on the table to “get my attention”, and pointed to the menu. I nodded and pointed to the item I wanted for the waitress, did some signs, and smiled.  Each time she came back to check on us,  she basically ignored me, except for a smile or two, chatting with my husband.

We spent the entire meal like that, me faking deafness. We weren’t three seconds out the door before we were busting up laughing! “We can’t ever come back here again unless we can think of some kind of miracle cure that’s restored your hearing!”

Well, my friend was laughing by that time, because she knew my husband in real life and could totally see him doing something like that. The lady next to me started cracking up too. “Oh, please forgive me for hearing, I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop but that was the funniest thing I’ve heard in ages!”

It made me feel good, to know my husband is still making people laugh. He had a unique perspective on things and way to express it, and I wish more people could have experienced it.  He wasn’t a “stand-up” type of funny guy, but he could be a prankster.  


2 thoughts on “February 25, 2020

    1. I so wish you could have known him “in real life,” Holly. You guys would have been in riotous laughter all the time, egging each other on with dark jokes and wise cracks. 🙂 ❤


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