Sitting here in my lounge. What is it like for me? I can
hear my dog walking around the room picking up her toys and I hear my canary
eating and drinking. The odd sound from one of the electrical items we have in the
house. And so much noise from outside.
So many car doors closing slamming banging. People talking and grass getting
cut as well as building work still continuing. A dog barking and distant music.
The parrot from across the road and cars driving by.
What can I see
sitting here facing the window? Nothing. I think I can see the brightness
coming through the window, but then I close my eyes and it’s the same light. I
cover my eyes with my hands and it’s the same. So can I see it or is it my
brain telling me its daytime, so I am seeing what I think I should be?
Now I hear the wind picking up. My wind chimes are going crazy
and the school bell has just rang. The
monkeys will be making a noise in the local zoo. I have almost jumped out of my
skin as some unwanted leaflets have just been pushed through my door.
How do I know they are leaflets? It’s the sound it’s
different to letters. A messy sound.
I will get up in a moment and walk to the front door pick up
the rubbish and put it in the recycling bin. It’s paper to me. Nothing on it.
When I’m walking to the door, what will I see? Nothing, but in my mind I have a
map and it includes the furniture to avoid. I have read before that some people
in America use their white canes around the house? This shocked me but after seeing
some huge American homes, may be that is why? Our houses are much smaller. Mind
you, I also think because we went to boarding school for the blind, and later
on for me partially sighted, we were never taught routes, we had to discover
them for ourselves. Our first school, I say our as Hub and I attended the same
school for six years. It had so many steps in the houses and grounds. It was a Victorian
school. Narrow scary corridors and dim lights. I could see back then but not in
the dark and the school was very dark so I guess I learned my way around as a
blind person for part of the days there.
May be this is why I remember my house, but none of my blind
friends use a cane around the house. Even one of my friends Like, our bestie,
he has a huge garden and is so aware of it and how to get around it. I remembered
he showed me around the garden and he guided me. There were a few steps too. He
has a stunning garden and he was amazing how he got about but again, he is used
to his own property.
My dog has come to sit next to me now, she is clever, and
she puts her toy in my hand. Very nice whilst Mummy is typing. It’s one of
those toys you fill with treats. In a moment little Wagga.
I wish I could see her. I really do. I’m told she is so beautiful.
I can only imagine.
Hub and I were saying yesterday, we wondered if we had any
of the spring flowers in our garden. We planted them some years ago. He went
out to try to look. He got cut and came in with splinters. He said there were plenty
of thorns out there. Didn’t get any further so can’t even imagine what our
garden looks like? I hate it. I’m bored stiff with sight loss. As for Hub,
bless him, he has never had any. I wonder do you miss what you have never had?
Oh, now a drill is being used and some kind of air machine
outside. My head ache from yesterday is back.
I will go into the kitchen soon and again I will walk cane
free. But all the time in my mind I’m remembering where everything is.
Life is boring when you rely on sounds smells and memory all
the time. I would love to look and see what is around me. It’s like having your
house curtains or blinds closed all day no matter if it’s sunny or not, if it’s
raining and you want to see the raindrops, tough, the curtains are closed. As
for seeing a snowflake on your window, no, closed dark heavy curtains. Or if
you are lucky, some days you will see light grey netting. But no shadows
nothing in front of you.
OK, next door are vacuuming their car so another sound how
do I know that is what they are doing? Just by life’s experiences. Now two
motorbikes are speeding on the side road. Which is tiny and one that Waggs and I
sometimes use.
I wish I could remember who we were talking to the other
day, but Hub was saying that he was reading about what we are taking in now as
a society in comparison to what we did some years ago. He said that our brain
now never has time to switch off. Most people go to bed with some electrical
item like a kindle or IPod, perhaps a mobile phone; I know our teen watches TV
with us whilst looking at his screen on his IPhone. On his IPhone, he is in a
group chat. So many people messaging him. He then is in other groups and browsing
the internet all the time. He is getting texts to. Our taxi drivers scare me. They
are looking where they are going, glancing at their sat Navigations, looking at
their meters, answering radio messages, using their Bluetooth phones and
changing the radio channels. As well as one driver I know, he turns to look at
you when you are answering his questions. As well as driving you safely you
would hope?
Too much techy Sons car has a black box; they say to keep
your insurance low. Hmm. I’m not convinced. I believe it’s a tracking world we
are now living in. Our every move is listed somewhere.
It’s said that our Government want us to go total plastic with
money do away with notes and coins. Using a card to buy everything. Why? Well,
apart from tax evasion, I believe so they know exactly what where and how you
are doing.
Now personally I don’t mind as I don’t do wrong but to live
in such a digital world is a little frightening for our health. I’m sure.
Now I will sign out of my lap top, smile and do something
around the house. Until later with love.
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