Sometimes I wish P were still around to make me laugh - for his funny little sounds and his continuing jokes or understanding of our mutual jokes. The man was hilarious and made me funnier, too. We fed off each other.
J and I were listening to the radio the other day. In the milieu of five people talking at once during the morning show, one made a noise that reminded J of P. J exclaimed, "Did you hear that? It sounded like P!" I said I didn't and asked what sound. He replied, "Doh?" My son doesn't think of Homer Simpson with a good "doh?" He thinks of P.
I miss many sounds and expressions. He called J a knucklehead, but not any normal knucklehead, it was more like a knucklehEEEEAAd, almost like an evangelist [insert verb for P's version - none describe: shouting, sing songing, raspily exclaiming, humorously leering, sillily hissing, whatever] "hEEEEAAl." He changed many words to have odd inflections which became normal parts of his speech. There are a plethora of examples, but it sure is hard to write out sounds. Sometimes I can still hear his fake "I'm so sexy" porn come hither sound and cream my panties.
What brought this post up was a conversation I had with J yesterday. He said that his dad declared the other evening that Baby Sister would play baseball when she gets bigger. J actually said that he and Ex's New Wife looked at each other and said that girls play softball.
Oh, to ride a child to make up for your own deficiencies...
P would be getting a good chuckle out of this one. Ex wants kid #2 to use all the equipment that kid #1 used and has now abandoned after over-buying dad insisted that kid #1 overstay his welcome in a sport not suited for him - something P and I figured was due to all the equipment that ex had purchased, because ex sucked at baseball and he desperately wanted J to be good. I'll admit, though, that I came to ex's defense and reminded J that lots of girls played on teams with him, especially the 5-7 age range, so maybe she'll start with baseball and see where she wants to go after that.
A note for record:
Ex: I agreed with him for once if only for the feminist-ish right of girls to choose between base- and softball. (I fully realize both are patriarchial, so it's a moot point anyway.)
P: laughing and fucking. Two things I still miss about him. (In other words, fuck patriarchial. Literally. Loudly.)