On the Sunday morning we went for a breakfast at an open air cafe near a local bridge ,so we could watch the early morning activities of the swans, geese and ducks . After sitting down and munching happily through our feast our eyes were drawn to a couple of small tents near the river bank. While I finished my coffee, my partner and my daughters went off to investigate. I joined them shortly afterwards to see what all the excitement was about. They were in a tent manned by people from the sewage board who were explaining how a new pipe was going to help with sewage disposal and so make the river cleaner. Nothing wrong with that
They had an impressive model of the river and the new pipe beneath it so you could see how it was all going to work. As I stood there with my girls the man fixed his gaze on me and started explaining the project to me in detail . He was accompanied by a young girl who smiled but was otherwise silent. I soon grasped the idea but also realised that the man was on his hobby-horse and couldn’t be stopped. Nothing he said deepened my understanding. He waited for neither a comment or a question . You couldn’t argue with the merits of the scheme but I felt increasingly like a victim as he unveiled his thesis . A lack of mental oxygen seemed to be affecting my brain. His voice had a curious monotone quality free of emotion or excitement and all sense of pleasure in my surroundings was rapidly vanishing.By now I was grinning and nodding desperately in an attempt to hide my sense of claustrophobia . Just when all seemed lost and I would finally have to surrender the rest of my life to this conversation my partner came over and said, “Come and look at these fish”. I looked at her with more than my normal warmth and hurried over to the other tent.
How different this was to another occasion when I was with a musician who was explaining a piece of music to me. Once more he went into great detail about the piece, demonstrating his thesis by playing odd cords and passages on his piano. He made a point of pausing to see if I was still following him . He didn’t pin me down verbally but used his words to make his world and experience available to me. His love for music lite up his discourse and made the years fall away from his elderly frame. He made you wonder how so much emotion could be packed into such detail. We all have causes. They are part of life but the incidents made me ask whether we use our causes and interests to shut life down or open it up. We only get so much attention from the world, unless we are very unlucky, and these incidents made me think we should spend that attention wisely
See, again you make me laugh out loud – “just when all seemed lost and I would finally have to surrender the rest of my life to this conversation…” Too too funny – but I so get what you mean 🙂
Don’t tell me about it. I work for a company whose main business is water!!! And boy oh boy do I know what you mean!!
Thank you for making me smile!!
by the way love the new look to the blog!
Your last sentence says it all.
Whether or not I understand what a bore is telling me, I’ve learned that I can smile sweetly and say “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I think this is a privilege of age. And it works. They will finish up every time thinking, I suppose, that they got too technical for me.
I hope you’ve enjoyed your rainy day tea. It’s hot and humid here. I need a frap.
Well said… sometimes all that passion takes the oxygen and all others lifeforms out of the room. 🙂 Glad to see you back. 🙂
LOL! There was a gentleman I used to work with that was a classic one-upper… this reminded me of it in a way… once he would start talking you could feel all the oxygen in the room being sucked out and you were praying that your phone would ring just to give you a reason to escape!
Oh my gosh. I believe Ron White calls that “ear rape”. Glad you escaped!