I recently mentioned that a Grandson from Sheboygan “zapped” me with his response to my question “where do I put this soda to keep it cold”? His reply was “they call it a refrigerator”. Smart A–. Well, shortly thereafter, he was told he could have a dessert of ice cream cups or frozen chocolate bars. He asked “where are they”? Oh ho, this is too good. My answer was “they call it a refrigerator”! Ha!
I keep hearing words of explanation and they don’t make sense. The NFL (National Football League) has announced that the longest work stoppage in their history is over. What work stoppage? The packers won the Super Bowl and the practice for the new season doesn’t start until next week. Who stopped working? What is all the commotion about? Nobody cares about football during the summer. Confusing words!
Our fearless leader in Washington (President Obama) announced yesterday afternoon that the Democratic Members of the Senate had reached an agreement to balance the national budget by cutting expenses. No new taxes or new sources of revenue. Four hours later, Obama went on national TV announcing that we need to find new sources of revenue. Did I miss-understand the words? Shifting words!
Finally, I had my semi-annual visit to my doctor yesterday. I do get nervous, anticipating a dramatic turn in my health. Actually, I finally have a doctor I can talk to and he “listens”. Yep, he listens. During our visit he suggested a heart scan to determine calcium levels in the blood. It was just a suggestion; after all, I was his customer and it was my decision. Did I hear right? A doctor referring to me as a customer. I am a medical customer, not a patient. There is hope.
I seem to live in a shifting world of word meanings. It gets harder and harder to trust the words that people say to me.
Love,
Dad