Y is for Yawn

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Aging & Attitude

Conversation. . . is the art of never appearing a bore, of knowing how to say everything interestingly, to entertain with no matter what, to be charming with nothing at all  Guy de Maupassant

The Florida sun, hot and heavy on our heads and shoulders, does not dissuade us from sitting outdoors at Flagler Beachfront Winery. Late in the day, the sun will set behind the renovated “little blue building” and create shade soon. The owners Ken and Kelly planned it that way. Their tag line Come for the wine, stay for the view sums up the intent. Wine is made on site and customers buy wine by the glass or bottle, and order from a tapas menu of grilled flat breads with Brie & Prosciutto or Artichoke and tapenade, to name a few of the food choices. Select grapes from Ken’s 100 acre organic family farm in Ohio, and other vineyards around the country, are used to make their label Beachfront Wine. Ken and Kelly are working owners and a four-year old son is under foot.

Mr. Wonderful, my husband of 42 years, places our order, and we get comfortable for the view. I chat away about what I cannot remember and Mr. Wonderful yawns. A big yawn and uses both hands to cover his wide-open mouth, “I must be tired after playing golf in this heat.”

I think nothing about it and continue, picking up for his lack of participation, when he turns his head distracted by the conversation at the next table. He is not listening to a word.

“Am I a yawn? A bore.”

Yawn is an involuntary reaction to fatigue or boredom.

Since even I cannot remember what I was saying,  conclude the conversation is tedious, monotonous, humdrum, and ho-hum.

“How do you keep the music playing?”  A Tony Bennett song, creeps into my head.

What to talk about?

Weather is a safe topic, changes every day, but unless you are a meteorologist, discussing rain only takes a few minutes.

Politics, World News?  Both seem risky. That leaves us with humor.

So I say to Mr. Wonderful, “Did you remember to take the garbage out?”

….just saying

11 thoughts on “Y is for Yawn

  1. How anyone remains interesting to each other, living together every day for 42 years is far, FAR beyond  imaginable to this ole hermit.I was married twice but have lived alone now for about 30 years if you piece it altogether.( 3 years after college and before 1st marriage; 18 years between marriages and almost 10 years alone out here since last divorce). To each his own but i cannot imagine having someone around everyday.     I am attaching a scathing letter i just sent to a workshop presenter since i have little other writing to my credit of late. After reading this letter you’ll understand I’m just too mean for anyone to put up with me. No…really, trust me, she really deserved a dressing down and we Paid $25 to …..yawn…..be bored.                     nena jobina   ps   I sold Log Cabin to daughter of my old friend in Ormond Beach with whom I stayed in 2010. He died that same year…I was there with family when he passed. God works in mysterious ways.



  2. My offer was rejected twice and it looks like….that’s it for now. Scroll down to see how much this piece meant to me and how VERY much I miss the grand opportunity I had when i met you.       nena


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