I took Cerys out a little before midnight last night and got to see the lunar eclipse at nearly full coverage for just a few moments when the clouds parted. I enjoyed it, of course, from a scientific and religious point of view. Sports fans probably see it as an omen, given the Boston Red Sox win in the World Series for the first time since 1918. I have a co-worker from Boston whose comment was that it was wonderful. 'I've waited for this all my life.' I'm glad they won. Even though I'm not much into sports (mainly figure skating and soccer, of all things), I like any sort of comeback story like that one.
Last night right before I rang off at the phone bank, I got a 102-year-old lady who'd been a speech teacher. She proceeded to lecture me about going too fast (she had lost her hearing in one ear and had trouble with the other) and about my enunciation. Y is just thrilled; he's been lecturing me on mumbling for years now. I tend to think faster than I talk, and I get all jumbled up. If I slow down, I sound, well, defective. He thinks I just wasn't socialised well. The thing is, they're both right. I do 'clutter' (it's a defect sort of like stuttering, but where you repeat words) and often can't seem to find the right word, because I just hit an impasse. I never realised I occasionally stutter until I worked as a telephone surveyer, because you get feedback when you listen to yourself more. It's amazing what things come out on the phone. Anyway, I'll take her admonition to heart...although she went on to lecture me about the proper way to draw my eyebrows on when I get older, too. :) She was a delightful, zany character. I hope I'm just as difficult at that age.
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