Well, hi there!
I am writing this from my bed at the Pillar and Post Inn in Niagara on the Lake. Not to be confused with Niagara Falls – it is NOT the same place. (Though the Falls are not far from here.) This is wine country.
Anyway – I’ve been here for a meeting this week. I brought my personal laptop with me, thinking I would have some time to work on the blog, but unsurprisingly, that did not occur until tonight. We’ve spent the evenings doing winery tours and drinking wine and having dinner at wineries. Tonight we did a brewery tour and had dinner there. It was good. The pickles here are so delicious. I mean, the wine is good too but alcohol isn’t really my jam.
It’s been a crazy busy week and I am looking forward to being home tomorrow. We are planning to leave at 4:30 am, because… why not? If it works in our favor, we will be home by 11 am. Of course I will probably need a nap after that.
Deaf as a Post
I’ve been thinking tonight – as I always do after boisterous social events – that being hearing impaired really sucks. I cannot understand anything people say to me when I am in the middle of a crowd. Even in less loud situations, like during the meetings, if someone piped up to ask me a question while I was presenting, I would have to quickly scan the room to figure out who was speaking. And sometimes I would look at the wrong person for a long time before realizing that they weren’t the ones doing the talking.
I’m already somewhat socially awkward, but being unable to clearly hear people takes it to another level. I worry that people must think I am aloof or stupid because I just won’t or can’t converse with them. I try – but there’s a lot of “huh?” and “what?” and awkward laughter when I assume they’re saying something funny, but in reality may have just been informing me of something emotional and deep.
I see my ear doctor next month. Every time I mention to him that I want to hear better, he kind of brushes it off, like there’s not much we can do. I mean, it’s 2017. Let’s do this. As long as we don’t do this again.
This whole time I’ve been in Canada, I’ve barely been able to connect with the wifi, and of course I don’t want to get international roaming charges on my personal phone, so I’ve had it on airplane mode. I’ve actually been emailing Dave and my mom through my laptop like it’s 1998. Except I didn’t have a laptop in 1998.
This week marks my third week of being off of Facebook. I have to say, it feels good. I am much less distracted than before. I don’t have to worry about stuff that has no bearing on my real life. Of course I do miss being able to sneak a peak at some people’s lives, or the ease of reaching out to someone through FB messenger, but the reality is, for most people I care about, I’m able to email or text or call them anyway.
Speaking of which, I have been meaning to compose emails to those people I do care about who I used to keep in touch with via Facebook.
Well, I am rambling now, and I should just lie down and get some sleep before 4 am rolls around.