“Don’t you just love old people?” “Where do you see an old steeple?”

Take care of your hearing!!  My dad was hard of hearing and I remember it was just mildly annoying that you had to frequently repeat what you said to him because of it. But now that Hubby and I are both hard of hearing, I can really sympathize with how annoying it was for Dad to have to ask for things to be repeated.  It’s a pain in the neck.  And I wish there was a fix, but even hearing aids don’t do the trick most of the time.

But, having said all that, our lack of hearing does make for some funny conversations.  Here’s a post I did in 2007 about one of those.

Both Hubby and I have a hearing loss.  His from a virus that attacked his inner ear 4 years ago, and mine from heredity.  It makes for some funny conversations and sometimes some mistaken information!

One evening I was reading the newspaper and saw that an elderly cousin of Hubby’s mother had died.  Hubby was in the next room on the computer, so I said loudly to him, “Did you hear that Glen Brown died?”

Hubby answered, “ Lynn Crown died? 

I said, “Yes, it’s in the paper tonight.

Hubby said, “We’ll have to go to the wake.”

No more was said.

The next day, Hubby came home from work and said, “A lot of people at work were surprised to hear that Lynn Crown (former mayor of a near-by town) had died.”

I said, “LYNN CROWN DIED?!”

He gave me the strangest look and said, “Yessss.  That’s what you told me yesterday!

I said, “No, I told you GLEN BROWN died!!”

 To this day, we hope that Lynn Crown never hears that we were prematurely spreading the word of his demise!

Oh yeah! Me too!

Here is another post I wrote in September 2007.  I know it’s just about coincidences, but when you get this many, I think it makes it fun to hear.  So hope you enjoy it!

 

Coincidence . . .

 

 

. . . is just one of life’s little gifts.  It has no real purpose, except as fodder for conversation at family gatherings, cocktail parties – and on blogs!

Here is a little story about a group of coincidences that came together to make for a “what are the odds?” experience.

On my birthday I took doughnuts to the office, as customary, and then went around the office inviting my co-workers to have a birthday doughnut.

When I got to Don’s office, he said, “Oh, really.  Well, today is MY birthday too!”  We were exactly the same age. (So, where were his doughnuts?)

Our interest piqued by this coincidence, we continued to chat, and found out that, lo and behold, we had both been married on the exact same day, same year too.

As we chatted, he asked me where I was born.  When I said, “Springfield,” his mouth dropped open before I could even say the state.  We had both been born in Springfield — but Springfield’s in different states.

That evening I called Mama because I knew she would enjoy this story, and she reminded me of something I had forgotten.  When my name was picked (back in the “old days” when you didn’t know the sex of the baby beforehand, you picked a boy’s and girl’s name), the boy’s name that was chosen was Donald.  So, if I had been a boy, I would have been a Don too.

Next time I saw Don, I told him this one more coincidence, but I couldn’t resist embellishing on it just a wee bit, for humor’s sake.   I told him that Mama said she just couldn’t keep us both, so decided to only keep the cuteone.  Of course, she didn’t say that, but it did give us one last laugh in our series of coincidences.

He now calls me “Sis.”

 

I have a NEW plan!

 

I’m sick.  If sinuses produced gold instead of mucus, I’d be a wealthy woman by now.

So, my NEW plan is to continue to re-post old blogs next week … if I live.

Cough .. sneeze .. blow .. cough .. sneeze .. blow .. zzzzz.