It finally happened. We have nothing to talk about. The quarantine continues, and we have run out of topics for discussion. Yes, there’s always the infection charts, world events and politics. But we have found that the only thing we can have on the TV while the kids are up is the Food Network’s Guy Fieri.
I’m talking about the daily, lively chit-chat. The ‘shooting the breeze’ and ‘talking about sports over a beer.’ The ‘I stumbled upon the most interesting thing on my way to…' wherever we used to go before we were on house arrest.
The other night an unnamed spouse ask me “What did you do today?”
“What are you talking about! You’ve been three feet from me ALL DAY LONG."
Of Irish stock, with the self proclaimed gift of gab, he has been reliant on texting his buddies.
I call the usual rotation of friends, including my mother. On one occasion, I talked with my mom for an HOUR about how the new neighbor was redoing their floors before moving in.... and hour. Once my mom talked to me for FORTY minutes about her AC tune-up.
When I got off the phone Tim asked “what did your mom have to say?”
“She just got her AC tuned up, the price went up from $65 to $75 dollars, the guy said that blah blah blah,” he got a complete download for the NEXT 20 minutes.
This is me now.
I guess it’s good to know that this crisis hasn’t affected my awesome ability to chitchat!
It’s important to use this power for good instead of evil (evil means giving Tim a blow-by-blow account of a friends decision to get a new kitchen gadget.)
This is where my handy Rolodex and Facebook come in. You pop on my Facebook feed - mental note. Call so and so.
Kid's toy train is broken.... I’ll call Ken, I haven’t seen Ken since last year. But the kid’s train is broken, Ken knows about toy trains, ‘Ken let’s talk for an hour.’
'I know we haven’t worked together in five years work acquaintance, what fascinating projects are you working on now?'
Junior high friend, remember that time we saw La Vida Loca? Let’s recite our favorite lines “Meet me at the longs …”
Doing my part
So if you need a break from the mundane, please let me know. I am happy to talk you for an extend period of time about nothing at all. My backyard finally did get fixed! Did you hear I have an InstaPot now, let me tell you about how I cook hard boiled eggs.
We all have to pull together and do what we can. I stand ready to do my part and give you a verbal reprieve, I promise no COVID or political talk.
I’m talking about the daily, lively chit-chat. The ‘shooting the breeze’ and ‘talking about sports over a beer.’ The ‘I stumbled upon the most interesting thing on my way to…' wherever we used to go before we were on house arrest.
The other night an unnamed spouse ask me “What did you do today?”
“What are you talking about! You’ve been three feet from me ALL DAY LONG."
Of Irish stock, with the self proclaimed gift of gab, he has been reliant on texting his buddies.
I call the usual rotation of friends, including my mother. On one occasion, I talked with my mom for an HOUR about how the new neighbor was redoing their floors before moving in.... and hour. Once my mom talked to me for FORTY minutes about her AC tune-up.
When I got off the phone Tim asked “what did your mom have to say?”
“She just got her AC tuned up, the price went up from $65 to $75 dollars, the guy said that blah blah blah,” he got a complete download for the NEXT 20 minutes.
This is me now.
I guess it’s good to know that this crisis hasn’t affected my awesome ability to chitchat!
It’s important to use this power for good instead of evil (evil means giving Tim a blow-by-blow account of a friends decision to get a new kitchen gadget.)
This is where my handy Rolodex and Facebook come in. You pop on my Facebook feed - mental note. Call so and so.
Kid's toy train is broken.... I’ll call Ken, I haven’t seen Ken since last year. But the kid’s train is broken, Ken knows about toy trains, ‘Ken let’s talk for an hour.’
'I know we haven’t worked together in five years work acquaintance, what fascinating projects are you working on now?'
Junior high friend, remember that time we saw La Vida Loca? Let’s recite our favorite lines “Meet me at the longs …”
Doing my part
So if you need a break from the mundane, please let me know. I am happy to talk you for an extend period of time about nothing at all. My backyard finally did get fixed! Did you hear I have an InstaPot now, let me tell you about how I cook hard boiled eggs.
We all have to pull together and do what we can. I stand ready to do my part and give you a verbal reprieve, I promise no COVID or political talk.