What We Hear

Husband and I did some traveling today.   He drives because my driving makes him sick.  He told me so.  Ten years ago.  It still applies today.  Mostly because I won’t let it go.  This is not the point of this story.

It’s a little known fact about me but I can’t just sit in the car.  I have to occupy my brain.  So I decided I would practice with my Kindle on the piano app and transfer that knowledge to my xylophone.

This isn’t about the xylophone.  I am aware that you have been fulfilled of your desire to know about this.

But, I was playing the xylophone.  And the piano app.

At one point I had mastered 1/3 of a new song. I ask Husband:

“Are you impressed?”

Very emphatically he says “NO!”

I kind of thought he was a little forceful with his answer so I said “you’re not?” Hoping he was kidding.

He said “NO!”.   I just kind of looked at him.   He looked at me sideways.   You know how spouses and close friends are.  He knew I was looking at him because I was surprised by his answer.  That’s what he thought. In reality I couldn’t believe his answer. I mean, it just seemed mean and very uncharacteristic of him. I could have thrown rocks at the garage and he would have said “that’s great Colleen! I can’t believe how many things you try!”  I was okay with him not being impressed.  I was just shocked at the negative emphasis he was putting in the answer.

He looked at me sideways, again, as I was still looking at him.  He said, emphatically “No! I’m not…” I thought for certain he was just being mean now…..”depressed!”


“No, I said ‘are you impressed?  NOT are you depressed'”

He smiled and said “oh, yes honey”.

I still don’t believe him.

Good cover/save Husband.

A little known fact about Husband: I can be sitting as close to him as if I were in a car next to him with six inches between our shoulders and he can’t hear me.  He says.  But I can mutter something under my breath with four rooms, eight walls, and three closed doors between us and he hears me.

I’m pretty sure he chooses what he wants to hear.  And he is a genius.  A think-before-I-speak kind of guy.   He had this conversation planned out before I even opened my mouth. Ready with a cover. He’s a fast thinker that one.

Poor man can’t win.