Many Thanks to Alex Cavanaugh for starting the Insecure Writer’s Support Group and to my friend, Patricia Garcia, for inviting me to join this supportive group. Sadly, due to life, I missed posting for October so I will post two posts this month.
November’s question for the writers is “What is your favorite aspect of being a writer?” Actually, to be honest, I had never thought in terms of being a writer. What I like is creativity, and writing gives me the opportunity to express my feelings around family events that in some cases deserve to be told. My belief is that we learn from others’ life experiences… I hope people are listening. Thanks for stopping by.
So many people take our senses of hearing, seeing, taste, and touch for granted. Boy did I ever learn a good lesson when I picked up new hearing aids as I have lost 50% or more of my hearing in both ears.
Suddenly, driving, as the rain slams against my car, it assaults me as it sounds like machine gun fire interspersed with firework like pops as the cars passing me splash the puddles at my car. My keys in the ignition clanked as they seemingly slammed against my CRV’s dashboard like a sledgehammer. The car seat sounds like the leather is cracking with my every move.
Normally, I turn the volume of my radio up quite high, but it nearly blasts me from the car. My God, I can hear! Now my car won’t bounce down the street with the beat of the music.
On my walks along the waterfront, I hear the waves lap against the shore as the seagulls scream their lungs out while laughing at me as they fly overhead. I even hear the conversations of people walking in the park. Children laugh and babies cry. I can hear it all. I jump as a jogger runs by me. In the past, I could not hear someone coming up from behind me.
The other day down at the public restroom down at the Marina Park there was a mother with her three year old daughter. We managed to leave the building at approximately the same time with me a few steps ahead of them. Earlier that day the rain had drenched the earth and there were humungous mud puddles along the walk way leading from the restroom. As we left, the mother mentioned that she needed some water. The little girl pointed to the enormous mud puddle they passed and said, “Mom, there is your water back there.” I absolutely chuckled, as without hearing I could not hear these fun conversations.
As I type, I hear the clatter of the keys on my computer’s keyboard. Heck, I thought they were silent all this time. The best sound in the world is my children’s and grandchildren’s voices without my saying “WHAT?” all the time. However, I feel sorry for them as my new hearing aids screech every time I put my cellular phone near my ear.
In the kitchen, I hear the crinkle of the aluminum foil as I unroll it to wrap around my salmon. The foil screams as I tear it off. I used to complain that the timer on the oven was so soft it whispered at me. NOW, I realize it sounded like a fog horn all this time. I hear the clank of the silverware as I put it away in the drawer or pull out knives and forks when I set the table for dinner.
Yes, my family has a history of bad hearing, as I had lost over 50% of my hearing in both ears by the time I was 40. However, ego and lack of money kept me from purchasing hearing aids. I finally made the decision to wear hearing aids, several years ago, so now my old hearing aids were no longer receiving sounds, or my ears were filled with wax… YUP… BOTH. After the audiologist drilled for gold in my ears and replaced my antique aides with new aides, the shock of hearing nearly gave me a headache!
Now, I hear the creak of the floor boards and the thuds of the people walking around in the apartment above us. Oh yes, now I don’t have to leave my cellular phone’s volume on high. I can HEAR again! It’s a GREAT new world out there!
And now, don’t talk behind my back, as I CAN HEAR YOU!