Continued Confessions
as Thursday rolls around
First and foremost, I have new hearing aids (thank you for the nudge Don A.), and I’m thrilled to be able to participate more fully in my world. My hearing hasn’t actually deteriorated that much according to my wonderful doctor of audiology, but the professional aids are what I need. I think I shared before that I have had aids for years and lost them during the pandemic. I then got too used to the quiet and too lazy to get re-engaged. Thanks to my Substack friends, I realize that I still have a lot to say; and it is amazing to hear my own voice again. Quite frankly, I hadn’t realized that I was missing something besides the morning dawn chorus.
Next stop, picking up my new reading glasses. On that front, modern technology has not quite solved the dilemma, but I’ll take the help on offer for as long as it serves me. My daily calendar of quotes was so appropriate this morning. It was from a 99-year-old who was nostalgic about being 80! The cliche about attitude helping altitude seems appropriate. Onwards and upwards . . .
Everyone that I read here seems well aware of the threat to democracy looming with the upcoming election. So I won’t preach any more to the choir. But I have to share the fabulous Sunday Doonesbury comic from the intrepid Garry Trudeau. I hope you can all find it online because it lays out in detail all “the very best people” who compose the Trump Crime Org. Very clever. And speaking of cartoonists, I am still sad that Dilbert creator Scott Adams seems to have taken such a rightward turn. I used to enjoy him but perhaps I was missing his subliminal message. I sometimes tune in to his channel and watch him discuss his current life with his supporters. I have an affinity for laughter and feel the world needs more of it. Perhaps a little less snark, though.
Meanwhile, back to my real life which involves getting out of the house again today. The temptation to hibernate was exacerbated over the past few years, and I really do enjoy my own company. If I could just train myself to be neater, we’d get along even better. A work in progress, indeed. TTFN
Oh so amusing and timely. Love the 90 yr old reference reflecting on passing 80. I did that by writing a book for my close friends and family on my 80th birthday, "Pearls From An Irritated Mind." That was 7 years ago. I got my hearing aids last year. I think what they do is simply turn up the volume because now I have to turn down the volume on the TV. And, honestly, I hear the TV fine. My wife maintains I have "selective listening" and I'm typical husband not responding to what he doesn't want to hear! So, there's that. I don't particularly like the sound of my own voice and just tried a podcast recording. Listened and didn't like it. When my mother was 90, her husband got two new knees and I asked her what she was going to do to keep up with her bionic partner. She said, "I'm going for new hearing aids." So we need a little more assistance. Fine with me. I'm going for a long walk today.
What a wonderful post, Katharine! Exactly what I needed to read today, really made me smile, in recognition and solidarity. Keep on speaking, Katharine, we need to hear your voice. 😀