My boyfriend and I have such conversations (we're in our 60s), and recently I have been saying, "Stop. Let's look at each other when we talk." Sometimes it works.
Daniel Kahneman (Nobel prize winner) studied behavioral psychology and said we often don't "hear" what other people really say. I recently said to my mom (90-years-old) "THat nurse is a really nice guy." Her response, "Did you say, "I'm going to die?"
I now realize that a large part of your Endgame has a healing effect on me.
Fearlessly, you have taken on the vulnerability of old age and you at times make us laugh, always being aware of the seriousness at the same time. Your ‘Endgame’ is very helpful, also in the aspect of communication. There is a lot to be learned. Thank you very much.
It's one of the many ways Nature gets us to slow down as we careen towards the Wall. Our challenge is to learn to accept that lesser is better. So far, I've managed without a hearing aid, and so far so good. The winding down is, so far, blissful.
' A tortoiseshell ear trumpet, which was given to (Waugh) by the Dowager Duchess of Devonshire, was once offered to journalist Alexander Chancellor to try on during a visit to the Waugh household over a decade ago. Chancellor, whose daughter Eliza is married to Evelyn’s grandson Alexander Waugh, recalls he “heard rather better through Waugh’s ear trumpet than I do through my two state-of-the-art Swiss-made electronic hearing aids that cost me around £2000 each a few years ago”. '
I share some of your experiences! It’s my wife with the hi-tech hearing enhancers. They’re usually fine, although I find I never get the nice bench seat in restaurants any more. She insisted she has to sit against the wall. My Italian grandfather - long in his grave - wouldn’t have tolerated that.
Got my nifty hearing aids back in February—Leap Day. During the holiday gatherings last year, I noticed voices were muffled. My hearing was failing. So, I did the responsible thing and scheduled a test. The audiologist explained that my brain was likely working overtime, straining to decipher language, as she pointed out the two diverging lines indicating the normal range of hearing and my own. I was completely unaware of the stress, but the graph spoke for itself.
I also loved the last sentence.
My boyfriend and I have such conversations (we're in our 60s), and recently I have been saying, "Stop. Let's look at each other when we talk." Sometimes it works.
Daniel Kahneman (Nobel prize winner) studied behavioral psychology and said we often don't "hear" what other people really say. I recently said to my mom (90-years-old) "THat nurse is a really nice guy." Her response, "Did you say, "I'm going to die?"
I now realize that a large part of your Endgame has a healing effect on me.
Fearlessly, you have taken on the vulnerability of old age and you at times make us laugh, always being aware of the seriousness at the same time. Your ‘Endgame’ is very helpful, also in the aspect of communication. There is a lot to be learned. Thank you very much.
The last sentence made me smile. Have a wonderful day! 😘
“You’re mumbling” — the universal defence of the in-denial deaf. Thanks for the ammunition, Philip.
It's one of the many ways Nature gets us to slow down as we careen towards the Wall. Our challenge is to learn to accept that lesser is better. So far, I've managed without a hearing aid, and so far so good. The winding down is, so far, blissful.
Lip reading becomes an invaluable tool. Which is good because I keep forgetting: 1) to charge them 2) where they are... probably with my keys.
Hear, here ... Waugh’s ‘disgusting’ ear trumpet sells for £2200 at auction (https://www.antiquestradegazette.com/news/2017/waughs-disgusting-ear-trumpet-sells-for-2200-at-auction/)
' A tortoiseshell ear trumpet, which was given to (Waugh) by the Dowager Duchess of Devonshire, was once offered to journalist Alexander Chancellor to try on during a visit to the Waugh household over a decade ago. Chancellor, whose daughter Eliza is married to Evelyn’s grandson Alexander Waugh, recalls he “heard rather better through Waugh’s ear trumpet than I do through my two state-of-the-art Swiss-made electronic hearing aids that cost me around £2000 each a few years ago”. '
Funny. Some times my wife asks me, "Am I mumbling?"
"No, you're not mumbling," I say.
"Do you have your 'ears' on?" she asks, pointedly inspecting the sides of my head.
I touch my right ear. "Oh, I forgot." Another species of problem.
Haha. As they say, the last line was LOL. You know there's a joke about this situation?
I still can’t hear my wife, maybe there will be an app one day?
lovely arc!
I share some of your experiences! It’s my wife with the hi-tech hearing enhancers. They’re usually fine, although I find I never get the nice bench seat in restaurants any more. She insisted she has to sit against the wall. My Italian grandfather - long in his grave - wouldn’t have tolerated that.
Got my nifty hearing aids back in February—Leap Day. During the holiday gatherings last year, I noticed voices were muffled. My hearing was failing. So, I did the responsible thing and scheduled a test. The audiologist explained that my brain was likely working overtime, straining to decipher language, as she pointed out the two diverging lines indicating the normal range of hearing and my own. I was completely unaware of the stress, but the graph spoke for itself.