Pool talk


Somewhere out there is a $600 hearing aide.

Somewhere out there is a $600 hearing aide.

No, this post isn’t about talk over billiards or snooker, its about girl talk at the pool, where I feel like a fifth wheel.

Many of the gals say they would like to drop a few pounds, then launch into the latest recipe they made, their favorite pots and pans, or whether they cook with gas or electricity.  Did I mention they always serve crumpets and coffee afterwards? Somebody stops by Trader Joe or bakes some delicacy from scratch. This happens magically as I never hear anyone say, “Its my turn.” Because I am watching my diet, I don’t stop by the afterwards meeting place.

Or, they mention the book club on Thursday where they are reading a book I never heard of because I don’t read popular literature, or the Mah Jong game on Friday and how they would be happy to teach me how to play. When I tell them I’m reading books about WWI or combing through Civil War military service records, their eyes glaze over.

No, I don’t fit into my generation and never have.  About all I have in common with most of them these days are aches and pains.  The few women I enjoy talking with are a serious lot, former Latin or math teachers, or the now retired  county librarian.  And they buzz off afterwards too.

I used to enjoy taking with Sue, “the DAR lady” as BJ calls her.  She works at the National Archives as a volunteer cataloging Revolutionary War records.  I bet she could help me with my family tree. But Sue is in her 80s now and moved into a local retirement community.  She doesn’t come to our pool anymore.  They have their own pool and our instructor also teaches at the retirement house.


Sheila, who grew up in New York City and is very direct, says to me this morning, “So do you enjoy your relationship with your husband?”  Taken aback, I laughed at her and said, “Yes.” I get annoyed with him because he’s hearing impaired (actually, I said “deaf” but that’s not politically correct) and I have to repeat everything 5 times, but yes, we get along well.  Then I tell her how he lost his $600 hearing aid in the park last week, and every one of my 7 parrots says “What?”  All day long, it’s “what, what, what.”  Although I have the odd urge to throttle him after I repeat something six times and then he accuses me of yelling at him, I think we have a pretty good relationship.

Of course, David would say we get along because he does everything I want him to do.  While there’s more than an element of truth in that statement, he doesn’t do everything I want. Besides, I think someone has to lead, don’t you?

I test David occasionally and ask him what he wants,  He responds with, you tell me what you want.  So I do. These days, after I ask him a hundred times to do the same thing and he doesn’t, I hire someone to help me. Old John, who has been doing some handyman work for us does a good job, but David did precision work…which is probably why so many projects were half finished.

The past week, he was feeling lonely probably because I spend so much time doing things solo, and he finally took both of his computers to the shop. Before he retired, David worked for PTO approving patents on computer parts and even built a couple of them for family members back in the 1980s.  He can’t do that anymore because computers are so sophisticated, and he misses it.

Now that he has his computers home, he is learning all over again how to connect to our FIOS system and the Internet, which he has difficulty understanding, partly because he can’t hear well, and party because he forgot something or other.

Chicken soup and all that


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