ALL THE MISTER WANTED FOR CHRISTMAS…

……was hearing aids. For ME!  Apparently, he had grown weary of the words “huh?” and “what?”  So I conceded.

Because they travelled all that way from China, I thought they deserved some recovery time in their little charging stations. To acclimate, if you will. But, after much imploring, pleading, begging, etc, etc, I released them from their “cages” and put them in my ears.   

I will admit that there is something positive about actually hearing/understanding a person’s words the very first time they’ve been uttered.  Usually that person is still pleasant and hasn’t tired of repeating him/herself.  Not being tetchy about any of that myself, I wasn’t aware of my constant requests.  It seems I should have been. 

I’ve learned, the hard way, that they, the hearing aids, demand frequent care and cleaning.   

For the uninitiated and still-hearing world, the above is a picture of the many singularly dedicated instruments needed for proper maintenance.  The labels alone are confusing. And concerning.    

But we’re working on it.  My ears and I.  We’ll get there eventually.. 

A simple question remains, of course.   As we go forth into 2025, do I really want/need to hear everything that’s being said or was that “selective hearing” thing working quite nicely for me?   Only time will tell.