The World Sounds Very Crisp

In recent days my world has clicked and rustled and rattled. Birds have started singing again in the early morning. My foot strikes the carpet and a smart rap is heard. Opening an envelope is a musical experience, and as I type these words the keyboard clicks smartly.

I have re-entered the world of sound. I’m reading lips less and hearing more. The winds of winter blow and my ears sense the rustle of molecules in flight. Most remarkable are the slurpings and the snapping of my own mastication.

I am newly born into this world of sound.

My hearing aids literally cost more than my car. I’m learning small skills: In the morning I poke a slender little microphone into an orifice that I cannot see; in the evening I remove it and encounter the day’s crop of soft brown wax. I use an alcohol swab to cleanse the mike. This routine will bring excitement to the balance of my days upon this earth.

So loud, so clear the clarion of the world! Is this how the baby feels on leaving its mothers warm, wet world of silence?

Never at home with gadgets I advertised first for an ear trumpet. E-bay offered none. So I play host to these miniature miracles in my auricles, bemused as ever by the absurdity of surviving longer than my senses as well as numerous other worn-out parts.

Next will be the cataract surgery. I hope to report then on a world of light.

7 thoughts on “The World Sounds Very Crisp

  1. I hear you Howard – I hear you.
    In the interim however, stop masticating or, so legend has it, you’ll go blind
    Phillip

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  2. Oh Howard. So happy you are in the world of sound with your new devices. Remember to change the batteries. Davie is happiest when he has his hearing aids on. I think he feels connected to everything. Wishing you all the best with the cataract surgery.
    Love
    Carol, Henry & Davie x

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  3. Good to “hear” you can “hear” better Howard. I can “see” better since cararact surgery, you will too. I did “see” you in my dreams last night, the context eludes me now. But, here you are the next day. Love to you and Annette, from Janette.

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    • Janette, faithful friend!

      So kind of you to write

      I’m happy you can see after your surgery

      The idea of surgery to eyes, being such sensitive little spheres, make me cringe and cross my legs

      I’ll try to be brave

      Love and kind thoughts, janette

      Howard

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