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And Then It Was Silent No More (standard:humor, 902 words)
Author: GodspenmanAdded: May 23 2020Views/Reads: 31/13Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Wisdom and understanding can have a practical application. When I have the wisdom to know what makes my wife happy, I will understand what true happiness is.
 



During this time of exclusive lockdown, I and the Gracious Mistress of
the Parsonage have grown accustomed to silence. 

Don't get me wrong here. I do not object to noise as long as it's the
right kind of noise. However, I do have a good warm feeling about 
silence. What was that song? "The Sounds of Silence." 

Silence is wonderful and soothing, enabling me to sit back and enjoy a
good read. There is nothing like reading a book, and from my point of 
view, I have not read a book unless I have read it ten times. If it is 
a good book, the more I read it, the better it is. 

My wife, on the other hand, when she has read a book that is the end of
it. Even with some TV shows, when she has seen it once, that is all she 
needs. Me, if I like a TV show, I love watching it repeatedly. 

I do not know if it's me or not, but I seem to find something I did not
see before every time I reread a book. That's what makes reading a book 
over and over exciting for me. 

Just as I was getting adjusted to "The Sounds of Silence," our routine
changed drastically. I really did not see this coming. 

I have the habit of giving gift cards to my wife on her birthday, at
Christmas, on Mother's Day, and any other holiday that comes along. I 
do not seem to be able to keep up with all these holidays. It is easier 
than trying to figure out what in the world she likes at the time. I 
feel that if she has the gift-card, she can get what she wants, and 
will like it. 

Last Tuesday as my wife went to the front door, she turned, looked at me
and said, "Honey," (I think she calls me "Honey" because she can't 
remember my name), "I'm going to go shopping this morning and use some 
of those wonderful gift cards I got." 

I certainly gave her my blessing and told her, "Drive carefully." Then I
threw her a wink. 

When the door closed behind her, I snuggled down into one of my good
books and enjoyed the silence surrounding me. 

It was a long morning, and finally, I heard my wife backing into the
driveway and parked her van. She came to the door and asked if I could 
help her put some things into the garage. 

Now, our garage is not the typical garage. I seldom go into the garage
because my wife has made it her workshop, which has been all right with 
me. I have my space, she has her space, and the two shall never 
collide. 

As we took the package out of her van, I asked, "What did you get?" 

"I got a power saw for my workshop. Lowe's was having a sale, and I
couldn't refuse." 

"What do you need a power saw for?" 

"I just have a few projects in my workshop, and this will come in
handy. 

To each its own, I thought to myself. I helped her get it set up, she
said a gracious thank you, and I went back inside to read. I was happy 
that she was happy, and that always makes for a good time. 

I just settled in and was reading the next chapter in my book and
enjoying the silence around me when suddenly I heard what sounded like 
an explosion. 

Burrrrrrrrrrr. It seemed to get louder and louder. The very room where I
was setting shook with the racket. 

Not knowing what was happening, I jumped out of my chair and ran to the
garage as fast as I could. The closer I got to the garage, the louder 
the sound was. I knew something terrible was happening. 



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