My husband and I went shopping this morning for snacks and drinks to give to the ASL Missionaries when they come over and help with a project. We have the LDS Missionaries (specifically the ASL speaking ones) over a lot to help with things that the Hobbit is not able to do because of his vision loss.
So we are at Randalls, just finishing up our shopping trip, getting into the car with our goodies, when someone pulls up alongside us. He waves and I recognize him. I roll down the window and say “Hi!” He waves back and my husband asks who it is, because even though he’s only really a door’s length away from us, my Hobbit can’t see him. I tell my Hobbit that it’s Brother So and So from our Ward (he’s also our Home Teacher) My Hobbit brightens, turns and waves. “Hello!” he says. “We are just buying snacks for the missionaries!” We nod and small talk for a few moments and then it’s time to go so the Hobbit says “It’s good to see you!” and I start pulling away when he says: “Well, not really.”
It’s funny because even though he can’t see him, he’ll still use those idioms. What’s funnier is when we’re at home and I’m talking to him in ASL and he says he can’t hear me…
Ah, the life of a Hobbit.