The other day I was in my workshop running the wood planer that makes a hell of a noise. I learned a long time ago to wear hearing protection but not soon enough to prevent hearing loss from a lifetime of guns, operating machinery, flying aircraft, riding motorcycles and just getting old. As I was cleaning the shop I thought about the consequences of my hearing loss and how the conversation in the following short story could easily occur. I hope you enjoy it. Again, thank you Mary for your assistance and love.
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I saw Julia enter my workshop and she yelled over the noise of the wood planer, "Tim, lunch is ready." As I shut the planer down she continued, "There is something important we need to talk about. Can you take a break?"
"Sure sweetheart, I am just finishing up, be there in a couple of minutes."
I've been in my workshop all morning running a hundred feet of cherry through the planer. I was so engrossed in what I was doing I forgot to put on my hearing protection and my ears were still ringing as I walked into the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen I sat down at the table and asked Julia "So, what's on your mind?"
She placed our sandwiches on the table, sat down across from me and said, "I've been wanting to talk to you about something all week but there never seemed to be enough time."
I was perplexed by her comment about not having enough time to talk and responded, "Well, I've been available all week and as I recall, you were the one busy at work during the day and then gone most evenings this week.
I'm fortunate in that I work from our home and set my own hours. The down side is that I put in many 12-hour days. All last week I've worked twelve-hour days to finish running structural models on a number of building designs for a customer.
I'm a one man engineering firm and work out of our home. I developed programs and models for performing structural analysis on small to large building designs. I have not licensed my software and models to anyone else nor do I let anyone know how they work, so I am the only one that can perform the analysis. My models are extremely accurate and my services are in demand throughout the world. At times, I work for long periods until the work is done. I make a pile of money and love every minute I work.
"Ok, Tim, you are right, I have been busy this week but this is important and I need to talk to you now."
Since Julia and I work all week, we both look forward to our weekend projects.
I try to pay attention to Julia and keep our life interesting and thought I was doing a good job. Julia has been working for the local bank since we moved to this area fifteen years ago. I had been working from home for the last fourteen years. We have small ups and downs but I felt we loved each other and life was good.
The project I have been working on is a new kitchen table and I've been so excited about it I skipped breakfast to get an early start. For the last two months I had been thinking about building a dining table from the wood recovered when we removed a Cherry tree on our property that had fallen during a recent storm. The wood was now dry and I was prepping it for use this morning. I loved watching the planer work and I was having a wonderful time seeing the rough planks emerge from the planer smooth and straight.
The planer was, however, very noisy and my ears were still ringing from the last two hours of use. I was having a hard time hearing what e Julia was saying and I hoped this "talk" would not take long as I wanted to get back to the workshop. I began eating my sandwich while Julia began the discussion she was so eager to have.
"Tim, you know I love you and you are the most important person in my life."
"Of course Julia, just as you are the most important person in my life and I love you. Now, what is it you want to discuss?"
"Before we start I want to assure you that I love you and no one else. What I want to say is difficult for me but I made a promise to talk to you about it. I hope you won't be upset."
I thought this was an odd way to begin a conversation, but perhaps my being unusually busy with work all week and my going out to my workshop early this morning upset her. Maybe this was her way of reassuring me we were okay.
I stopped eating, looked at Julia and asked, "Who did you promise that you would talk to me? It is a little odd you need to promise someone you would speak to me. Have you been talking to my mother again? I told you not to, she is nothing but trouble."
Julia turned away from me and I just knew she had been talking to my mom. Mom was a major disruptive force in the universe and we both agreed not to communicate with her. I felt my anger building and was determined to have it out with Julia.
Tell me, who said we needed to talk!"
"Art, I promised Art I would to talk to you."
I felt all the anger drain from my body. As long as it wasn't my damn mother, she could have told me Lucifer himself asked her to speak to me and it would have been okay. My mother was a serial cheater and I hold her personally responsible for my father's early death.
"Thank God, I was afraid you were going to tell me my mom wanted you to talk me into meeting with her. So who the hell is Art and why does he want you to talk to me?"