It’s tough to get me to unfold my arms from across my chest. My brand of fun almost always comes with a hint of reluctance and a straight face, and words like stoic, droll and deadpan come up often in my company. But some will see the quick-flashing glint in my eye, camouflaged by the stuffed shirt I often wear.
Make no mistake. Much of life is serious business.
But sometimes, a little permission to play opens a valve and lets loose a new thing or two.
Our book club on L.L. Barkat’s Rumors of Water continues today at Tweetspeak Poetry.
About Lyla Willingham Lindquist
You are such a hoot! Even in your so-called stuffed shirt. Many of those same adjectives have been applied to me.
I know you have that dry wit going on. I’d love to hear it in person sometime.
Hope that happens some day!
Yes, yes & yes. Maybe I’ll see what game is going on.
I see you kept those glasses from your wedding. I didn’t realize that you were that sentimental. But you can wear them and keep your arms folded.
Dad
The very same, yes. Some things are hard to part with, Dad.
I’ve fallen down laughing, and I can’t get up!