What It’s Like Talking to Me #2

| October 5, 2015

Recently, I posted an old conversation between me and my husband–one that came from a January 2008 email.  The following, involving me, my husband Paul, and my stepson Zach, comes from a December 2008 email.

2008 was not the Year of Clarity.

 

EMAIL TEXT:

 

Paul, Zach and I were watching TV.  Something fight- or weapon-related must’ve come up.

Zach, to anyone listening: Where are our nunchuks?

 

Kari to Paul: Why do we even have nunchuks?  What are you doing with nunchuks?

Paul:  *I* don’t have nunchuks.

 

Kari: Well, fine.  They “used” to be “yours” and now they’re “ours”.  Why do “we” have nunchuks?

 

Paul: *I* do NOT HAVE NUNCHUKS.  *I* never HAD nunchuks.

Kari: Then WHERE DID WE GET NUNCHUKS?

Paul: THEY ARE YOURS.

Kari: WHERE WOULD I GET NUNCHUKS?

Paul: Didn’t someone give them to you?

 

Kari pauses

Kari: Oh, yeah…Poppop gave them to us.

 

 

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Kari Martindale is a writer and ESL instructor. She’s visited all 50 states and 37 countries, including many of the big cities of Europe and a ton of Christmas Markets. She spends her days straddling the fence between a sense of adventure and a sense of dread. She is married to what is clearly a patient man and has a daughter who, frustratingly, is just like her. Her academic and professional backgrounds are in linguistics and foreign languages. When she's not teaching ESL, she's writing. When she's not writing, she's thinking about her next trip.

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