(Todays cars, The great variable Metropolitans for no particular reason, I just liked them)
A statement, “the thing I feared has come upon me.”
There were small things growing up, I learned to cross my eyes and mama said, be careful or they will freeze like that.
(Snow mobile metro)
Daddy got me a BB gun, I loved it. Folks said, “be careful, those things put eyes out.”
When I was trying to learn to wield, “Be careful of the flash, it can burn your eyes and blind you.”
Most power tools give the warning to wear eye protection, and for good reason. Sight is a very important sense.
I had a wonderful aunt, Aunt Georgia, who went blind. To a curious boy she explained to me how she knew when a glass or cup was about full. She did that by placing her finger near the top, that way she could sense the heat or cool. She never spilled or over filled. It was fascinating to see her operate and move around furniture. She did not let the blindness stop her.
Metro concept car.
I have had cataract surgery on both eyes. I can see fairly well. With all the warnings about eyes, we tend to think about them and try to protect them.
Growing up, no one ever warned: you could lose your hearing. Firing rifles, guns, fireworks, etc, I never used ear protection. Back ‘then’ even the military did not require ear protection most of the time.
So now, without hearing aids, I am deaf. With hearing aids I can converse fairly well one on one. This could be me not taking care of my hearing, or it could be normal for me (genetics).
Two men (Ken & Bill) connected with bloggers here, are in danger of losing their sight due to disease or illness. They are appreciative for every day they have sight. If I had shot my eye out (or any of the hundreds of accidents), I would know what caused the blindness. But my ears? That is not sure, no one knows.
(Car 54 where are you?)
There are plenty of possibles, Flight deck, guns and genetics. We must adjust in this world in order to exist. I am becoming more reclusive, but Sherry refuses to ‘allow me to stay home’, so I go with her. When someone speaks to me, Sherry will answer.She feels embarrassed to speak for me, thinking someone will think she has me ‘hen-pecked’. Well she does, but I like that part of it. hahaha.
I am not crying about it, I don’t enjoy it, but I am learning to accept FACTS! (I continually look for any new advancements in hearing enhancements!)
Thanks for coming by the Log.
Before I got married I had six theories about bringing up children; now I have six children and no theories.
This was our 2nd Metro, a 1955. I loved this little car. It was powered by an MG engine. I don’t have a clean picture of it. You can see the tail end of Son-Mark’s TR6.