Five Things This Time

I had a long kaffeeklatsch with Bob in an actual coffee shop. That's another first, or at least a first in a year. In order to be able to sit down and drink in the café, I had to present my vax card and offer my contact info. Know that everyone else had to do the same, I feel pretty darn safe.

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I am surprised when a stranger posts a comment, but when I try to return the favour, I find that they have no blog. Recently, this is occurring semi regularly although I don't recall it happening much in the past. Mind you me, it is more than somewhat possible that it has happened more often than my dim-witted mind can recollect.

I am curious as to who these people are, where they're from, and how and why they landed on my lil ole blog. Some of them are even repeat visitors.

I do have my email address posted over  ← that way← if you ever want to reveal yourselves but retain your anonymity from bloggers at large.

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I am currently trying out new hearing aids and am finding them to be an improvement, at least for hearing ambient sounds, which I think is a positive thing. I am not totally sure that I am hearing speech all that much better, but I think there has been some improvement.

I have been hearing my own stomach more. It can get downright noisy by times.

It reminds me of my mother, who didn't require hearing assistance until she was quite old. She asked, "John, do you sometimes hear your stomach through your hearing aids?"

Well yes, because I wouldn't hear them any other way. Mind you, I just said that I sometimes did.

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That in turn reminds me of another thing that surprised me of another mom thing that still amuses me whenever I think of it.

I have posted of this at least once before, but here it is again.

Mom once confided to me that her magnifying glass was wearing out. "They lose their power after awhile, you know." But I didn't know that: neither then nor now.

I still have that glass, and it still works when I resort to reading very fine print, which can often be found on medication. Really now: who uses medication more than old people, and what age group is most likely to suffer from compromised vision? Hmm?

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My eyes are actually pretty good and oddly, enough have improved with age in some respects. My far vision improved to the point where I am no longer legally required to wear prescription glasses when I drive, even though I had to wear them from my early twenties into my late sixties. Go figure, eh/

Consequently, I no longer wear glasses, except sunglasses for summer driving. Admittedly, I could benefit from corrective lenses at night when those oncoming lights do get a wee bit blurry.

However, I couldn't get them right now even if I wanted to because the province's optometrists are in a little contretemps with the government over fee structure. To wit: they won't see anyone who doesn't have private insurance. That applies to most senior citizens, I would think.

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Finally, I now leave you with some pleasant photos of Sue and her sister, Heather, when they met recently, in Toronto. They are two wonderful women. This is in contrast to their sister who has the disposition of a honey badger.