Public apology to my husband…
As much as it pains me to say, I do owe him one. J. has been installing Auralex Acoustics wall treatments ALL OVER the walls of the theatre. First of all, the theatre is only 14 feet by 15 feet. ALL the cool movie posters have come down and no less than 22!!! panels are now lining the walls. TWENTY-TWO, PEOPLE!!! That is one panel for every 2.6 feet of wall, for those of you interested in the math. Aurlex should include a straight jacket for the wife in the purchase price because it is SOOOOOOOOOO padded cell. Donâ€™t get me started on the six honey-comb-wooden contraptions that will be suspended by wires from the ceiling!!! And donâ€™t even ask me what purpose THEY serve. THEY HAVE HOLES IN THEM!!!
Now, admittedly I donâ€™t give my husband a lot of grief about the theatre, but I have almost gotten my eyes stuck in the back of my skull from all the eye rolling I have done over this. Mainly, because I couldnâ€™t image it would make that much of a difference for all the work and the look.
Then, a couple of days ago I was walking through the house and yelling my sonâ€™s name in an attempt to locate him as motherâ€™s often do. I walked into the theatre to pick something up and shouted my sonâ€™s name.
It was just plain weird. No echo. No echo AT ALL. Just my voice, then nothing. I stood there yelling things until my ten-year-old rounded the corner with furrowed brow, full of concern asking, â€œMom, are you O.K?â€
I answered, â€œNo, I am not. Your dad was right and I am wrong and that makes me decidedly NOT O.K.â€