Speechlessness
One of the blogs I follow is written by the enchanting wife of one of my many charming cousins, I enjoy reading them because they are so real and it does in some way keep me connected to a small part of my family. This morning as usual I followed my normal daily routine rounded off with a quick blog update. Her blog this morning spoke of those rare moments between a husband and wife when one simple comment from him makes her speechless with indecision. Should she laugh, scream or cry? Should she hit him or hug him? For just that split second of silence the world holds its breath waiting for the wife to realise that there was not only insightfulness and some truth in what the husband said but also humour and love. As I said, a rare moment! So it was one of those moments that my fellow “blogette” shared and while it made me laugh delightfully it reminded me of a moment this wife shared with her husband.
To tell the story with any affect, however, I do need to give you some background!
The Mauritian is a very confidant driver, he is always aware of his surroundings and other drivers and has successfully avoided numerous almost accidents even while “DUI!” As one of his constant passenger I am very comfortable even though there are times I think he drives too fast or gets consumed by unnecessary “road rage.” I have learnt over the years though to keep my opinions to myself and just let him get on with the job at hand. In the twenty odd years he has been driving he has had one minor accident, one parking ticket and amazingly only one speeding ticket so who am I to criticize? He does, however, have one habit that really gives me the shivers! When we are having a discussion he does tend to take his eyes off the road and look in my direction. It is only for a split second but it happens very frequently. Unfortunately the Mauritian and I have our best discussions in the car, it may be because neither of us can walk away and therefore end up working things out. We are both extremely stubborn and always want the last word and neither of us is very even tempered so a discussion while driving tends to help us both keep things civil.
My story starts on a Sunday evening when we were returning from a visit to my favourite Aunt in Durban North. We were heading south on the N2 towards home and having a very deep and involved conversation about...hmmm, perhaps I should leave that for another blog! The Mauritian as always was talking and darting his eyes in my direction which was normal, except I began to notice the length of time his eyes were off the road grew longer and longer. I was constantly telling myself to just keep my mouth shut because he knows what he’s doing! Of course this would not be a good story if there was not that inevitable “but!” So, but I eventually could no longer take it and said, rather calmly I thought, “Babe would you please look at the road and not at me you’re making me nervous!”
His response: “But Polly you’re so beautiful, I can’t keep my eyes off you!”
To tell the story with any affect, however, I do need to give you some background!
The Mauritian is a very confidant driver, he is always aware of his surroundings and other drivers and has successfully avoided numerous almost accidents even while “DUI!” As one of his constant passenger I am very comfortable even though there are times I think he drives too fast or gets consumed by unnecessary “road rage.” I have learnt over the years though to keep my opinions to myself and just let him get on with the job at hand. In the twenty odd years he has been driving he has had one minor accident, one parking ticket and amazingly only one speeding ticket so who am I to criticize? He does, however, have one habit that really gives me the shivers! When we are having a discussion he does tend to take his eyes off the road and look in my direction. It is only for a split second but it happens very frequently. Unfortunately the Mauritian and I have our best discussions in the car, it may be because neither of us can walk away and therefore end up working things out. We are both extremely stubborn and always want the last word and neither of us is very even tempered so a discussion while driving tends to help us both keep things civil.
My story starts on a Sunday evening when we were returning from a visit to my favourite Aunt in Durban North. We were heading south on the N2 towards home and having a very deep and involved conversation about...hmmm, perhaps I should leave that for another blog! The Mauritian as always was talking and darting his eyes in my direction which was normal, except I began to notice the length of time his eyes were off the road grew longer and longer. I was constantly telling myself to just keep my mouth shut because he knows what he’s doing! Of course this would not be a good story if there was not that inevitable “but!” So, but I eventually could no longer take it and said, rather calmly I thought, “Babe would you please look at the road and not at me you’re making me nervous!”
His response: “But Polly you’re so beautiful, I can’t keep my eyes off you!”
LOVE IT! I bet that took the wind right out of your sails! :-)
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