Gas Stations of History:
This is one of my favorites.
For Sunday’s stuff:
Well it is church after McDonald’s this AM. WE will have a special guest, some well-known gospel singer (Not George Beverly Shea). I am not a ‘singer’ orientated church goer. I used to love music but my hearing is no longer music friendly. I have mentioned here that since the Cochlear implants are in place speaker’s sound like Donald Duck or other generated voices. Most times my brain doesn’t get mad anymore and lets me accept ‘words’ rather than voices.
BUT so far my brain sorta revolts at singing, unless I am singing. LOL (then others revolt!). Or my wife elbows me when I am louder than the rest and on the wrong verse. ;-O
I met a young lady from NYC whose mother was an avid opera & symphony fan. The mother had an implant, and within two months when her brain and sounds did not change she actually had the device removed. She told her daughter she had rather be deaf than to listen to the miserable voices she was hearing. She maintained that she would not RUIN her memory of the beautiful voices her brain had stored.
Of course I can understand the frustration, but my mama would have said, “She is cutting off her nose to spite her face.” But that was her choice, it would never be mine. I really do enjoy the silence many times when my devices are out, but I still want to hear, even if you sound like Donald. BTW I liked Donald Duck anyway.
After church we may go back to flooring after going out to eat. WE are laying about 700 sqft. Today was very slow we only got about 60 sqft completed, but the floor prep took some time. Sherry was a good helper today and learned to pull nails with a pair of pliers.
She Did say she would never be a carpenter for a living. LOL She is baffled at the fact I enjoy it. LOL