|View from my room on Skye|
On my first solo visit to the Isle of Skye, I got all chummy with the elderly couple who ran the B&B where I was staying. They told me that a French couple had checked in the previous night and I'd meet them at breakfast. ‘Oh,' sez I, ’I’ve been told that the French are quite rude and condescending. Should I expect this?’ (I know, how incredibly artless and callow of me!) Mister B&B man tut tutted and said ‘No, that’s just the Parisians. Everyone else is quite nice.’
this must be similar to the NorthEast’s rep. Us Bostonians, New Yorkers
and New Jersey folk are thought to be horribly rude. Well…some of us can be a touch barbaric but, on the whole, we’re absolutely lovely. And you can take that to the motherfucking bank!
Yes I’m feeling a bit of travel fever again. When was my last bout? What’s that you say? It was just three days ago? Hells bells, you rock a mega slow leg recovery and see how calm and patient to remain in one place you are.
Today is another Mass Eye and Ear day. I’m hitting the hearing department. Yes, I know. But you're deaf, Donna. Indeed
but I have the tiniest smidgen of sound coming in on the right side.
It’s enough so's I can hear my own voice, very loud trucks bumping over
potholes and those awful high heels clacking over hard flooring. No, I
can’t hear your voice. Amplifying is NOT gonna help. Remember, Garrett Morris’ schtick on Saturday Night Live was a joke…comedy. Dig? Can’t hear music either—it all sounds like a rockslide. Nerve deafness—what fun!
SO, I’ll have a lack-of-hearing test and get my hearing aid checked out. I might need a new one.
Also too, this is NOT the kind of travel I had in mind.