I have been told many times by He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named that my hearing is so sharp I could hear a squirrel fart in a hurricane. In all honesty, I don’t think The Squire could hear the hurricane. The oven whispers when it has preheated, the timer speaks up at little bit, and the dryer has a buzzer that could probably be heard in the next county. I can hear all of it, but he doesn’t hear any of it.
So – after considerable discussion he finally got new hearing aids, and they are really nice. He can listen to the radio and answer the phone with his new ‘ears”, and he can now hear the dryer. All very nice. That being said, they are so very powerful that they drive me nuts. All hearing aids “whistle” if they are blocked, but his whistle if he sits too close to the something. The car window, the den wall, his recliner, just about anything makes his hearing aids shriek – and he doesn’t hear them.
But, boy! I do.
Argh!
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