The pandemic introduced issues for all of us, complications not considered previously. As a retiree, I have been lucky. I don’t have to worry about losing a job. My income stream continues. I have a nice home in which to quarantine. I am not an extrovert, so although I miss one-on-one with friends and family, I found enough diversions to keep me busy from going crazy. However one matter that rates a bother, nothing more, is all about my ears.
My ears are normal, not unusually big, but definitely not petite and cute. I hear with my ears, or more specifically sound passes through my ears. Therefore I hear, sort of. I have aged not so gracefully, and one body part that does not work as well as it did in the past is my ears.
My hearing diminished, and now I wear hearing aids. Not all the time – I don’t need them to hang out at home and read, for instance, so I do not wear them daily during quarantine. When worn they hook around my ears.
Hearing aids are not the only item hooked on my ears.
I have worn glasses for years. I never tried contacts, probably because by the time I had to wear glasses I wasn’t so concerned about my appearance. Glasses needed, glasses worn.
My glasses also hook around my ears.
Then the pandemic arrived, and with its onset a third item now hooks around my ears – a mask.
Three objects link to my ears – glasses, hearing aids, and a mask.
I like to wear earrings, although the opportunities are few since March. I have started to wear them recently just to use the many pairs sitting idle on my dresser. The earrings do not hook around my ears, but through holes in my earlobes, yet are another item adorning the same body part.
I don’t think my ears can take anymore.
One final note –
A RESOUNDING REMINDER (metaphorically speaking…)
HEAR YE! HEAR YE!
DON’T FORGET TO VOTE