Friday, January 3, 2020
That Susan Kane and Myra
Autos of beauty
For today (Saturday I hope):
There is something special about a question type post. At times Myra and Susan pose questions, and answer them. I love reading their answers. When I read some answers... “I WISH I HAD SAID that!”
Lately in Susan’s questions:
Are you an introvert or an extrovert? That got me to thinking. Most of my life I was an EXTROVERT. I actually pastored a church or two. We even organized and built a church. Sherry and I entertained kids from Cuba to Canada at BSA & church functions and Summer Camps. I loved it. I would speak to anyone on the street, bus, ship or plane. And then I lost my hearing. I slowly became an Ex-extrovert. Sherry orders at restaurants for me. She must accompany me to check in at an RV park. She answers the phones.
While walking here, both of us laughed at ME as we passed “Lot 39”. At a checkin years ago, I was TOLD (I thought) Park in #39. At 39 the sewer was clogged with sand. I started cleaning it. I was arm deep in the sewer line when Sherry said, “I believe I heard Lot 139.” Sure enough, on 139 everything worked.
When you are once an Extrovert it is hard to keep it down, and at times make a ‘fool’ of yourself. I give ‘gold dollars’ away to kids. Most of the time (after getting permission) I will show children a sleight of hand trick, make the coin disappear then find it in their ear, or shoe.
It is really good for a kid that is obviously having a bad day or just tired. It works like a charm in line at the grocery store. BUT at times it starts a conversation and I must bow out. I MISS being the extrovert.
I shouldn't tell you about the doctor's visit. But Sherry went into his office with me, thank goodness (she normally does not do that). The Doctor came in and talked with me and walked out. I loosened my belt and let my pants drop to the floor.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Says my girl loudly.
“He said drop your pants!” I said in explanation.
“HE DID NOT, he is sending the nurse in, put your pants back on.”
I did, just in time. Yep, I am an ex-extrovert and live dangerously because of my hearing.
(Quit laughing Evelyn!)