My ears were itching. I took out my hearing aids and slipped them into my shirt pocket.
Hours later, I put my shirt in the hamper.
That night, Sherry did the laundry.
My hearing aids came out clean, dry and useless.
I experienced a week of dull sound. No birds chirping. No brook babbling.
I learned a bunch in these seven days with reduced hearing.
The biggest being: I missed little things that bring pleasure to my days.
A number of my friends choose not to wear hearing aids.
I’ve promised I’d never preach.
But the birds and the brook are calling you.
Don’t be catty!