Exceptional Hearing
December 6, 2000
7:22 a.m.
"I went to the doctor today," Lisa said. We were sitting at the dinner table, eating casserole and buns. Juice to drink for Lisa, milk for Brigid, diet Pepsi for me. Lisa's been dealing with stuffiness in her head and ears for several months--in fact, she's complained about not hearing well. At first she said we were mumbling, a charge we adamantly denied. A general practitioner suggested an ear nose and throat guy, and so she went. "And he said?" I replied. "He said I have exceptional hearing." There was that instance of silence. "Uh, Mama?" Brigid finally said. "Yes?" "Did the doctor," she paused to grin awkwardly. "Happen to add 'for an older person' onto that sentence?" I nearly spit my diet Pepsi out as I tried to keep from laughing--unsuccessfully, I should add. Lisa smiled, then started to laugh. "No," she finally said. "The doctor thinks you're mumbling, too." I looked at Brigid. "Aradombabidoer," I said, raising my voice at the end to indicate a question. To which she replied, "Hoarniosummma," and shrugged. "See, Cutie?" I said to Lisa. "No mumbling here." Then we laughed again.   Turns out its been a humid year, here. The doctor said allergies and whatnot are the likely cause of any stuffiness, and that this and general crowd noise are probably the cause of any hearing difficulty she may have had. That, and the fact that we mumble. [can't fight scientific evidence, you know?] "Searching for Ghandi" as revised is down to its last scene--I think. It sits at 7,000 words at present. We'll see where it ends. Have a great day.  What's that, you say? Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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