I have one ear that is good and one ear that is
bad. The good ear hears well, the bad ear does not. These past
few days my good ear has experienced some sort of blockage. From it
I get a sense that I am swimming underwater. The other ear, formerly
the bad ear, is now asserting itself by reminding me how often I have
Heading into town this morning, the quiet was so
peaceful, I forgot for a moment that my good ear was underwater. I
was not in the least perturbed by a jack hammer this side of the post
office that may or may not have found the water main problem. I
smiled blissfully at the bad tempered postal person as yet one more detail
of postcode etiquette was explained to me. Best of all the young
people were less irritating.
I understand I am an old fart. Often I have
concluded that old farted-ness is a bad tempered, irritable, stubbornness
that follows either age or isolation. And often I have been concerned
that primarily the cause of this ague is age. Which would mean
essentially that I became old very early in life.
This morning's experience of chores provides a third
consideration in the contemplation of old farted-ness. To age and
isolation I must add level of hearing.
Could be my bad ear has been right all these years.