We’ve had a lot of unexpected financial trials and tribulations including replacing our car, a leak in our ceiling necessitating repair, and my broken tooth – which must be crowned next month. Plus, in two weeks, I’m replacing my hearing aids.
Did you know I wear hearing aids?
Well, I do. I had my hearing tested this week and guess what? There’s been a significant deterioration.
So what else is new? I should have expected that. No wonder I’ve been screaming so much at Marty lately. That test proved why.
Anyway, I am anxious to replace my five-and-a-half year old completely obsolete Widex hearing aids with their latest model, called MIND440. Don’t you love it? I’ve been anxiously awaiting these for more than six months. I may be crazy, but I’ll be sporting my MIND440s behind my ears. What fun!
And this time, I’m going to be outfitted with an FM system, too.
I’ll be positively bionic…
Between my transplanted kidney and my Zen-like state-of-the-art, futuristic hearing aids.
Life is going to be simply dreamy. I will be able to listen to music again and my beloved CBC radio. I’ll be able to use the telephone without straining. I will no longer sound like a complete idiot at dinner parties or be totally isolated in noisy rooms full of people.
Though it will take time to adjust…
My hearing loss, by the way, is inherited. My maternal grandmother had a similar hearing loss. Very lopsided hearing. One ear has about 20% and the other has about 70%.
So, to be honest with you, lately, with all this, I have not felt much like blogging.
Plus, I’ve been working very hard at school…
The first three weeks of a new semester at college are crucial and challenging. Establishing a classroom culture that’s safe and open and inspiring for a disparate collection of students from many different disciplines. This term’s crop is wonderful. Lively and bright and vocal and they write divinely. What a joy. Most of them are either studying Tourism, Creative Advertising, Marketing or they’re in the General Arts program because, as one fellow quite candidly admitted, “I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life yet.”
Amidst all of this, there is an upside. There’s always an upside…
She’s fat, but happy. The homecoming was interesting.
The first thing Riley did was try to “hump” her…
She, being the alpha male and no slouch, let him know in no short order that there would be no more of that. She’s had enough of puppies to last a lifetime. Though she doesn’t know it yet, indeed, there will be no more puppies for her because she’s going to be spade in the spring around the time of her sixth birthday.
That was the arrangement we made when my breeder gave her to me in the summer of 2005.
“All I ask is two litters,” she said. Well, these three are the second litter. So that’s it for Lucy, although my breeder was a little disappointed because, as it turns out, Lucy is a divine mother.
Enough is enough. This townhouse is not built for puppies and Riley will be thrilled not to have to go through that ordeal of Lucy’s season every six months.
She drives him mad with desire…
You should see what happens to him. So, last week, after their initial, rather thorny exchange, they have settled into their old routine. Wow, do we walk. And you should see her puppies. You will, next time. I have pictures of them taken when they were close to nine weeks of age and they’re spectacular.
So, in short, that’s where I’ve been. I have lots of other news and you’ll hear all about it this weekend. Classes are over for the week and now I’m taking the pooches out for their evening constitutional.
Please forgive me for not writing sooner and thanks for being there.