Monday Smiles – 10/8/2012

As I mentioned on Saturday, I am on a short posting break but I am reposting a few old favorites.  This post, originally posted in March of 2010 as Sweater? always makes me smile.

While I have no friends from my side of the family that predate our move to California in 1971, my wife has a number of friends from grammar school, making them friendships with more more years under the bridge than we generally mention in public.  Two of our oldest … and best … friends, Rita and Barry, have been friends with Muri since fourth grade.  Rita and Barry used to live nearby in Irvine, California but the call of grandchildren in the Washington, D.C., area took them from us, something I understand completely.   We miss them every time we drive by the freeway exit we used to take to their house when they were here in Socal.

Barry used to tell a story about an elderly aunt and uncle of his who had both become hard of hearing in their later years.    He described them as having conversations as if they were living in different universes.    We’ll call them Beverly and Herb and it goes something like this:

Herb: Beverly, have you listened to the weather today?
:  Sweater?   I don’t need a sweater.  It’s hotter than hell in here.   You keep turning up the heat.
:  Eat?   We’re having dinner with the Goldbergs.   That’s why I want to know the weather.
:   Stop with the sweater, already.   Are you ready to go to the Goldberg’s?
:   Yes, I know the way.    I have directions.
:   Then you should take some Pepto-Bismol before we go.

My wife and I have always called it Barry’s Schweater Story … he does it with a Jewish accent.   One of the peculiarities of growing older is that the old folks humor of your fifties becomes the life of your sixties, like you’re living your own jokes.    Yesterday, my wife bought my son some new sheets … for some reason he’s very fussy about the color of his sheets and didn’t like her choice.    As she was headed to the garage to run some errands … and return the sheets … she told me about it.   I shook my head and said, That’s ridiculous.    She took two more steps down the hall then came back with a puzzled look.   He’s going to kill us? she said.   No, it’s ridiculous, I repeated, chuckling.   She laughed out loud and said  Schweater?   I don’t need a schweater.      Ain’t getting older grand?

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