Well now. It seems as if I have lost my voice. I mean, almost entirely. When I open my mouth to speak, nothing comes out. I can squeak high pitched tones a bit (I've tried a couple of tones, this is what I discovered,) and a really deep gooselike honk, but otherwise nothing. There are people who would rejoice.
Last night when my family was about to leave and we were sitting around laughing and talking and my voice had dwindled past where it's usual for mine to have ever been, my Granddaddy told us a story that all found amusing. It seems I've always been a "big talker." Not telling tall tales, just speaking a lot. All the time. (Okay, I'm not surprised. There are a couple of us in the family who find ourselves the butts of "she talks nonstop" jokes.) But it seems that when I was about 3 years old, he was telling some of his cronies about me and how much I talk. So much so that they wanted to see me. At the hardware store one day (he built houses for a living) he said, "I'm going to go get my baby." My mom put a pretty dress on me, he picked me up, and off we went. He said, "Then I sat her up on the counter. She closed her mouth, and....nothing. Would...not...say...a...word." Apparently I didn't speak again until I was nearly home, then the floodgates opened and Melody was back. The story was a hit. My Granddaddy is a magnificent storyteller.
And today, I shall be silent again! But this time it's not because of stage fright.
I don't mind, as of now. I had the nicest Christmas. It was truly one of the best I've ever remembered. Not becuase of the presents, which were naturally lovely, but I just really had a wonderful time. Family and friends...that's the ticket. And now let's see what can be done without speech. I have no idea what this is going to be like but let's call it an adventure.