17 March 2013

Ears are miracles.  I mean they can tune out anything.  When we first got here, we heard anything and everything.  It was so loud, we couldn't sleep at night.  There were noises twenty four-seven.  Now after six months, it is different. 

(I said I would put pictures in my blog, and here is another beautiful foto of the land where Columbus landed, or near there.)

For instance, last night.  I was dropping off to sleep, and B was trying to talk to me.  I grunted, and she keep at it.  "Did you hear that, I wonder where it is coming from."  I grunted and tried to return to sleep.  "I wonder where the guys are, it sounds like a big party."  I didn't respond that time.  "I wonder how long they will be yelling..."  I grunted another, "Yeah," and turned over.  Finally she got the message and said, "Oh, I am sorry, I didn't know you were asleep."  Well I was, and had to drop to sleep again, but that is OK.  My  ears had gotten  adjusted to that noise and I did not hear what she was hearing.

Te other morning, walking I tuned my ears to the sounds of this country.  There are always dogs barking, a car alarm going off, a rooster crowing, and other indistinguishing sounds.  You think I exaggerate.  Well, not so, if you listen, you can hear car alarms going off, sometimes far away, sometimes right next door.  But your ear tunes them out.  But in reality, if they are next door, they are so loud, that you can't tune them out.  The rooster crowing is interesting all day long.  I have already blogged about the roosters crowing during sacrament meeting.  The first week, I almost started laughing, .... during the sacrament, wasn't wise to do so, so I laughed inside.  Now it happens every week, but it is getting tuned out.  I don't think it strange, it is just the way of this country.

And here is me trying to rest up and prepare a lesson. 

Mom blogged about a dog barking during the night.  Either the dog, Chester (we named him Chester) is no longer barking all night long, or someone else got upset, killed him, or he is barking and we just tune him out.  Don't really know about that one.

Course there is another explanation.  (The body  falls apart one side at a time, more to come...)  Bonnie has a bad ear.  So do I.  She puts her good ear in the pillow and often can't hear things with her bad ear.  I do the same, and often I can't hear things.  I guess it is a blessing (??) that my  good ear is my left ear, so that when we drive around the city, I can't hear my companion screaming, or gasping.  Her left ear is bad, which is good for her, that way she can't hear me in the car either.  And as we sleep, the two bad ears are toward each other.  The body dies one side at a time.

It is my left knee that is bad, has to be favored, and my left foot that has to be sanded each day or I can't walk on it.  (I am not kidding.)  My right eye can see so much better than my left eye, at distances.  So often I find myself squinting, or closing my right eye to read, but closing my left eye to see outside.  Oh... perhaps that is because I put a contact on the right eye, and nothing on the left eye.  I guess they are both deteriorating at the same speed.  Bonnies left side psyatic nerve is giving her fits, while her right side is quite OK.  The bugs seem to bite her on the right leg, not the left.  Guess they are in on it, helping her right side die faster than the left side.  The body dies one side at a time.

"Eh, what did you say?"

Just to make you feel better, we are paying $6.12 per gallon of gas.  Is it that bad back there?