Languages

You all know my Mac by now, the man who spent so much time at sea only to discover he was a farmer all along? Mac spent over 30 years serving his country in the U.S. Navy. His rating was Signalman which is in Communications. When we first met he was SM1 (Signalman First Class) and was very proficient at his job. He knew the Morse Code like I know Pig Latin (I know Pig Latin or Igpay Atinlay very very well). He taught me the basics of Semaphore, talking with flags. He is quite brilliant, is Mac. But one day he took it into his head that would like to signal to me from the bridge when the ship was pulling out for a deployment. He wanted me to understand what he was saying and so he taught me just enough to figure out how to swear in arm signals. Oh now that was not his intention at all. I was to learn how to intrepret "I'll miss you, and I love you"...but I was a very warped young woman, you see. And so the teaching me of a skill that I could "tweak" was a move I'm sure he regretted at times. I was feuding with a neighbor (Mrs. Perfect Edmondson, she was such a jerk) and we happened to be at the same New Years Eve party. We very purposefully avoided each other, but I overheard a comment the attycay ittchybay was making about the dress I was wearing (It was a beautiful red velvet, spagetti strapped confection with a flared skirt, a slip of crinoline showing at the left leg) saying ugly things about how it made my behind look and steam began to build. My eyes narrowed to slits and fire was pointed in her direction. Mrs. Edmondson caught my eye (detected the fury) and was hurriedly making her departure. I was practically jumping up and down my arms wheeling like deranged windmill paddles spelling out "SLMF". Mac, who had been deep in conversation with some of his pals, turned and caught the tail end of my silent tirade. He wrapped his arms around me, pinning my arms to my sides and putting his face close to my cheek as though kissing my ear,whispered "please don't make me regret teaching you to signal!" You know, it was the knowing she didn't understand one word of what I was saying that made the remark that much sweeter. And like Pig Latin, the translation of my remark is easy enough once it's out there in black and white...so, please don't blush. I'm much nicer now.