I'm very busy raising an eight year old grandson who has cerebral palsy and is blind in one eye.
I'm editing several novels and have completed two illustrated poetry books. Currently I'm looking for interested publishers.
Would love to keep in touch with everyone who enjoys my poetry but there is never enough time. If you'd like updates on what's going on, you'll find it here.
Newsletter Dated: 1/14/2005 8:13:42 AM
Subject: Sandy's Chatterbox -- the interesting world of 'being me'
I was sharing these stories with a friend and thought others might enjoy hearing them. As a deaf person, sometimes things 'happen' that otherwise wouldn't:
Deaf but able to hear somewhat with one hearing-aid, I had an unusual experience in the ladies’ room. Shrinking ear-molds cause feed-back (whistling) in high volume aids in close quarters--such as public bathrooms.
One day the lady in the adjacent stall kept ‘thumping’ on the wall between us. Curious, I didn’t turn my aid down but could only make out a word here and there.
“ … police … stalker …” Thump, thump! “Hurry!”
Was she talking to me? I wondered. Was there a man in the ladies room? “I’ll be with you in a minute.”
“… hear … pervert …” Thump, Thump!
“Patience … please.”
Thump, thump! “ … hurry!”
Finished, I knocked on her stall door. “We’ll talk when you come out. Okay?”
“ … God …”
The lady came out, saw me washing my hands and screamed into her cell phone when I turned around. “That whistling, talkative pervert is HERE! DON’T HANG UP!”
How was I to know she was talking on the telephone?
a true story
At other times in the ladies' room I've 'whistled' and other women have told me my 'cell phone' keeps ringing, that I'd best answer it :)!
Another time I was washing my hands when a lady walked up to say, "Did you hear that 'weird' sound when you were in the stall? Someone must have a colostomy bag with a hole in it."
That reminds me, too, of folks who commented on Doogie winning a 'poster' contest. "My, he must be imaginative." "Perhaps he will make his living later as an artist."
Then, noticing his white-tipped cane, they gasp, "Don't tell me he's blind!" "He must SEE some or he wouldn't be able to DRAW."
I can only smile and say, "I won't tell you the obvious but, where there's a will, there's a way!"
Keep in touch and take care.