Have I ever mentioned how much I hate answering the phone? I have that exact cat expression except with a slightly more raised left eyebrow whenever the phone rings. (Oh crap. Who is that and what the hell do they want. I’ll just let it go to voicemail.)
I will make an exception of course if I’m expecting a call, or recognize the number and actually feel like talking, but those circumstances are rare.
List of possible reasons for my phone call paranoia:
It might be bad news. Here’s a weird thing I remember from my childhood. Our phone rang and I said “phone calls used to always mean bad news, like somebody died”. After that profound announcement my mother took the call and learned that one of our uncles had suffered a heart attack and died. It was a strange coincidence, I’m not psychic or anything, but I’ve never forgotten it. Maybe this helps to explain the little jolt of anxiety a ringing phone still gives me.
If it’s a telemarketing or solicitation call it’s hard for me to be anything but dismissive and rude. It’s impossible to but in because they never shut up, so I just talk over them and then hang up. After that I put their number on our blocked list.
It is really frustrating to have difficulty understanding what is being said, especially if someone talks very quickly or has an accent. I’m so much better face to face.
Whoa. That last one is the biggest reason. I stopped after I wrote it and went off to do some research and this resulted in (YAY!) yet another list. Check out this site for the full version.
When you have a high frequency hearing loss, you may have trouble:
– following conversations (hear but can’t understand).
– talking on the phone.
– understanding TV shows or movies even when you turn the volume up.
– understanding young children’s voices because they tend to be higher in pitch
– enjoying music because it sounds distorted, especially at higher volumes.
– people think you aren’t listening to them or accuse you of having selective hearing
– you accuse people of mumbling
– you answer questions inappropriately or miss punch lines
– you smile and nod even though you have no clue what the hell is going on
Well that explains a lot. Why I turn the radio off with a sigh of relief. Why I always have subtitles running across my screen no matter what I’m watching. Why I can hear some things from rooms away but never the stove timer. Why my mumbling grandchildren are so hard to understand, and why they get so exasperated having to repeat themselves for me.
Sorry guys. It’s not JUST senility. Maybe I do need to seriously consider that hearing aid I was told I was borderline for needing. Or I could wait until I can no longer even hear the phone ringing at all. Decisions, decisions. Meanwhile, practicing that cat face but adding nodding and smiling to it.
“The sky both exists and doesn’t exist. It has substance and at the same time doesn’t. And we merely accept that vast expanse and drink it in.”
― Haruki Murakami
Please feel free to take up the challenge of Three Quotes in Three Days. Thanks again to Laura Bruno Lilly for passing this challenge along to me.
How do you like the blues in that sky? Is that not a vast expanse worth drinking in? This is a phone photo taken in the spring through the front window of my car (don’t worry, I was parked). At first I couldn’t figure out why the top of the sky was such a vivid blue until I remembered with a forehead smack and an eye roll that there’s a blue tint at the top of my windshield. So there you go, a secret filter photo. If great photographers are not supposed to reveal their secrets, that’s why I’m not one of them.
Our weather has been up and down and all over the place this week. The sunny cheery blue sky suddenly grows menacing and dark, the wind comes up and the thunder grumbles and rolls. Rain falls in buckets or fine mists, but in such short bursts that if you turn away you might miss it. Then the sun comes back out to say “just kidding” until it’s warm enough again to turn the fans back on. Rewind and repeat. About four times a day.
I’ve been using this unpredictable weather as an excuse for not walking to the grocery store which is only a couple of blocks from my house because I would not like to get caught in the rain and struck by lightning. Even though I am out of coffee cream, which is pretty strong motivation. And driving there would be the height of slothful lackadaisicalness. Yes, that is a real word. It means unwillingness to get off your butt. Or out of your car to take a normal photo.
Hope your Wednesday is wonderful in a lackadaisical laid back way. I’ve had fun matching pictures to quotes! You should try it.
Charcoal makes such a mess. I’m not sure what all I used here, because I have my drawing things all over the place and often mixed up, but within easy reach. So I tend to grab something and see what it does, and wonder about it later.
I do know this is on drawing paper, not sketch paper. And that I almost abandoned it half-finished because it wasn’t going the way I expected. Or fast enough to suit me. Because, you know, I’ve got a lot of Netflix to watch. But I walked away and returned to it later, realizing then that it likely wasn’t such a complete disaster after all.
What else is new? We had our wireless internet upgraded yesterday. To me there is no noticeable difference, but our monthly bill will change of course. And here’s the funny part. Our internet provider has called us every day for over a week to ask us if we would like to have our service upgraded. Sometimes they ask to speak to me, and sometimes to W. Both of us have been telling them every single time they call that we have already arranged to have this done. They called yesterday and we said it was being done. Today we told them it has been done for the love of gawd and to please stop calling us. Do none of these idiots ever talk to each other? Were they all given the same phone list as a joke? It’s not all that funny anymore.
Happy rainy day in January everybody! It’s a good day for sorting out pencils and ignoring the phone.
If it was the middle of the night right now, this is what I would look like. But its mid morning, so it’s merely how I feel on the inside. The power has gone out in our area because of all the electrical storm activity we’ve been having. The situation is being dealt with but the phone recording person could not give any estimate as to how long this will last.
I’m able to connect to the internet via my phone and my lap top with its own power source, but they won’t run forever.
No work today for me, so that’s a small consolation. Thank God for Holy Thursdays. But I’m still sad.
Somebody needs to invent a battery operated coffee maker. I wonder if it’s possible to boil water with a candle?
I’m going to go and read a book. And sulk. Excessively.
When I leave home I cart off with me all the usual stuff – handbag, cell phone, car keys, wrist watch, water bottle, tissues, glasses, sunglasses, drivers license, make up, hand lotion, a lot of lip gloss, five pens and about a hundred and ten plastic cards. And still I feel like I’ve forgotten something.
My grandma used to drive us crazy running around at the last minute to water all her house plants. There were a lot of them and the wait was therefore long. I caught myself doing that once, right before leaving for the airport. I rationalized that since I was going away for a couple of weeks and not just a couple of hours that I was not being crazy like grandma. But after that I got rid of all my house plants, just in case.
I’d like to say I never leave home without my lists, but that would be a blatant lie. If I do find one after much scrounging around in pockets and purse, it is very likely to be something I scribbled to myself last week and I can’t remember if I got everything on it or not. And this would explain why there are three jars of peanut butter in my cupboard and no toilet paper in the bathroom. However, if I suddenly develop chapped lips on my outing, I certainly have that covered.
So what might happen if I forget something? Who knows? Life as I know it would come to an abrupt end, or, a more likely scenario, I’d simply not remember what it was I forgot.
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