Nothing wrong with my hearing, my husband says.
Recently I asked if he heard the high-pitched sound.
He didn’t. What did it sound like? Like glasses in
the cupboard hitting one another. Then he went
upstairs to change clothes and came down to tell
me that there was nothing wrong with my hearing.
His alarm clock usually wakes him with a light. When
that doesn’t, the next is an alarm. For thirty minutes,
the alarm had been sounding. Often, I hear motors
of delivery trucks, trash trucks and such and try to
guess if we are getting a package. Again, my husband
marveled that I had heard a delivery truck, a sliding
door sound and finally footsteps approaching. A
package awaited outside. Spring is elusive; we have
had many false starts. Snow for Easter. Par for
the course in Upstate New York. Birds seem to
know precisely when the weather changes. For
some time now, they have been zooming back
and forth and are making nests in the many bird
houses we have. Meanwhile, on a nicer day today,
I perused the gardens hoping to find more colors.
Plenty of yellows, whites, and greens but the
tulips are not yet ready to showcase their colors.
Finally, I understand what retirees before me
had said: you should retire and enjoy different
scenery. I swapped 2200 teens for birdsong,
truck motors, and more. I now look forward to
chatting with the many people passing by or
making deliveries. The mail carriers, the trash and
blue bin guys, the delivery people with packages.
Why not make their day brighter and cheerier? Engage
In conversation. Offer a smile. Chat about the family.
Life is full of opportunities. Seize the moments and
enjoy others in your life. Surprises and rewards
abound. Blue bins neatly stacked by the door. Tips on
fly fishing for my husband from Tony, a mail carrier.