Conversational Ponderings...

I have a new fashion accessory... a half cast splint on my left hand/wrist.  Luckily it's not my writing hand but I AM seriously considering learning to type with my toes.  It would probably be a lot faster than my one handed typing.  Still, how can it be a bad week?  All five kids go back to school tomorrow. :o)  

(I know you are dying to know how it happened but do you seriously think I'm going to COMPLETELY describe my idiocy even further?  Nope.  Suffice to say my mother did NOT name me Grace...)

So instead, my mind is wandering painlessly, thinking about our family communication skills.  What does that have to do with a trip to the ER?  Why, absolutely nothing.  (See comment above about painlessness...)

I know it is sad but true that sometimes our family conversations are not quite in the realm of what is average...  Well, OK...  As average as the average person at large is.  Never mind.  I guess I can’t very well dress up our conversations in anything that would resemble polite conversation in a situation where one might be overheard.  Anyone who has ever read any of our family conversations (or been around, involved or related to us) have already been initiated and know what to expect.  

I’m sure there are many families who communicate just fine with dignity, politeness and a decibel level that does not legally have to have a warning posted on their front door.  They may even provide parental direction and chastisement in a reasonable manner expected of most Homo Sapiens whilst their offspring argue or whine.  Occasionally I wonder what that would be like...  

I also ponder the thought that in my golden years there will be times when, instead of inhaling or snorting out my nose some liquid substance as occasionally happens in our family’s presence during said communication, I will instead be spitting out my dentures… or perhaps I will merely choke on them.  I dread to think what my family would put on my epitaph… Here lies Lemon Stand who choked on a joke.  Rest In Peace… (And Quiet)

Our family rarely communicates merely in any one type of way.  Our family likes to explore all the options of communication... We all like to discuss, quip, debate, laugh, demand, mock, request, argue, snicker, pick an argument, banter, hassle, whine, make fun of, cross swords, disagree, gang up on, sass, dispute, quarrel, joke, get in one's face, hammer, hash out, have at each other, knock around, lock horns, sartorial witticism, quibble, rehash, row, jump on, squabble and occasionally speak in a polite, respectful manner.

I believe I have come to the end of my ponderings for the day since that happy, floating feeling is almost gone.  Time to go whimpering to the medicine bottle.  Who knows where the next wanderings might lead...