Larry and I are decidedly conversational, yet our styles differ as much as Venus and Mars:
Laconic vs. Loquacious = Larry and Me.
He’s not exactly terse, but he is economical in his verbiage. He says what he means, precise as a knife – or a big stick.… ...
I’m fifty years past my tweens, those years of perpetually-perplexed living. I am an adult. I seldom squabble or complain, behaving hyper-responsibly to problem-solve my own good end. I may have retired from working, but I didn’t retire from thinking.
I’ve encountered a trio of wtf/duh, stupendously stupid replies when I shared a concern conversationally in the past few weeks.… ...
“Let it go,” the Christian smother says.
Let it go. Be free of angst and regret.
And, it strikes me suddenly:
what she really intends is
to be unfettered,
free of listening
to my burdens,
as I have listened to hers.… ...
My husband and I have had reason to seek medical attention lately. While the good news is that we are alive and largely healthy (more about that later), the bad news is that our bodies are wearing out. We are using every inch, sense, and limb in our quest to fulfill our lively purpose on earth.… ...