I thought about the title to this post, quite a bit, and simply came up with the one above. I had, of course, a few others in mind but given the evening I suppose the least amount touched upon would suffice.
Although many other titles coursed through my head. ‘A Far Cry’ came to mind but was suppressed.
You see, it remains a rare occasion when both our boys are here, let alone sit at the dining room table, with us, their parents.
The candles were lit, the diffused lights were in place, the ambience was okay; a fire burned in the wood stove. It was cozy. The winds howled outside on this late March evening, the dogs hovered near the kitchen for fallen scraps.
Perhaps ‘A Far Cry’ would have indeed been a better title for we cannot possibly compete with other fellow relatives who live distant yet provide a more pleasing destination, a place where much frivolity, laughter, music, drinks, and superb food reign.
Here, when our simple repast was served, two sullen boys reluctantly sat down, offering not a hint of conversation. The ensuing dinner remained utterly quiet, save for spitting wood in the stove, and the rustlings of canines underfoot, the latter awaiting morsels to rain down upon their eager muzzles.
I don’t know. It remains a sad commentary where, how incredibly rare it is for us to ‘host’ our boys at the table that silence reigns; nary a word spoken, even after attempts at coaxing at least a monosyllabic response.
I suppose it remains the climate to which much gaiety is to be gleaned. Certainly it is not to be found here, where fine comestibles do grace the table, cold beverages brace the inner sanctum of the fridge, and where many animals offer their own exuberance to others rarely seen in this household.
Granted, we do not possess a whiff of bells and whistles. Simply a dwelling with simple fare, a warm interior, cozy beds for those who seek slumber, and always a welcoming front door.
A quiet evening, indeed. Glad to see ‘my’ boys at the dinner table? A resounding yes. Perturbed that not a glimpse of happiness or conversation was to be had? Yes.
Yes, things here in our simple domicile remain incomplete and questionable. It was just good to have the boys here with us, partaking in a simple meal, sitting at the table, their demeanor far removed from the company of mom and ‘dad’.
A far cry of what I expected. But then, too, our 17 and 25 year old sons have their own lives. And perhaps I felt insensitive to their respective needs and thoughts.
One can never, though, anticipate the outcome of such gatherings, nor be disappointed by the resounding silence that accompanies such a meal.
Thank you, though, to both my sons, for having sat with us. Despite the deafening silence during the meal, it was a pleasure to gaze past my plate into their handsome faces.
I love you both dearly. I hope you both know that.
Copyright, 2019, Paul Grignon