I often feel bad when I shut someone up. The only occasions I had to hang up on someone were always telemarketers who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Even against errant suppliers whose stories were going no where fast, I feel terrible when I had to abruptly terminate a telephone conversation. I felt awful therefore, when I had to stop kiddo’s very excited reaction over the phone, just a few minutes ago. She is one of four kids selected for a project. True to her usual excitable self, she just shot off on a trajectory into the blue yonder. On and on she went about what who else were in that team, she had to do, who came up with what idea and so on. Emil and Zack were the boys, She and Casey were the girls. Emil is a local Aussie boy, of eastern European descent. Zack just came over from Britain (England, I think). Elysia is often in awe of him, saying he’s a real smart kid. Casey is a Sri Lankan girl. Pretty good friend of Elysia’s. I just couldn’t stop her in her enthusiastic track about who has come up with what idea for the project. They are supposed to think of a product and come up with an advertising campaign to sell that product. Something called Whackamoa. Or something like that. As bad as I felt, I had to shut her up. I was in office, with walls barely passing as soundproof (I can often hear every word spoken from someone else’s room). I couldn’t carry on a conversation with my daughter when my boss is pressing me to complete draft after draft after amended draft of documents (of course, this blog is Clause 27 in some Deed I’m drafting and soon will be Paragraph 18 of some Pleading). So I had to tell her to stop. “Tell me later tonight okay, darling?” Truth be told, this is one story I’d really like to hear kiddo go on and on about. Her excitement has just lighted up a bad Monday. Thank you, Lord.
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