BLOG#15 MY ELUSIVE HEARING AID

Well my dear faithful readers, as you my remember, a long time ago I wrote a very successful b log about my elusive cursor. Now I will write about another elusive thing that I own. With the unavoidable  unstoppable march of time, and the persistent changes that go with it, there has been added to my full life a new challenge- the admission of hearing aids. Those of you who have experience with these tiny gadgets will know the challenges I am  facing. I won’t bore you with  details of these experiences but will talk of only one aspect- the elusive qualities of these irascible gadgets! It is a well established fact that hearing aids are never in the spot where you last left them. They somehow grow feet and walk away, landing in odd ,inappropriate places. I have found them under the sofa, behind my computer and most frightening of all, in the kitchen sink. This is in my own home, however far worse is in the outside world. I have searched and found them under the car seat where I have hurled them in frustration, unable to tolerate the grinding noise of traffic, the shrill screams of ambulances and the blaring of radios of passing SUV’s. I have been known to absentmindedly remove them and place them on any available surface when attending parties that have become too loud and unbearable. The proper thing ,of course, at these occasions, is to place them in the container designed for this purpose and put them in your pocket. Unfortunately feminine clothing usually is not designed with pockets and if they do have them, the bulge these containers make is unacceptable to the discerning  fashionable female of which I am one.So,dear reader, you can see the many hazardous pitfalls I have to negotiate to prevent the loss of these  expensive new belongings of mine. Nevertheless in spite of this I have managed for two years not to lose them. But last Thursday, I and my hearing aids met our Waterloo. We were all-my hearing Aids and myself- attending the film version of the live performance by the London National theatre "The Cherry Orchard "by Chekhov. It was a “sitting on the edge of the seat” performance, and I, mesmerized ,absentmindedly removed the aids and put them in my handbag. The elusive aids, of course, left my handbag and are probably wondering around the theatre, or being sucked up by vacuum cleaners {serves them right} I have hunted in all the usual places but the elusive hearing aids are nowhere to be found. I don’t know what to do but I think I might decide I don’t need them anymore and ask my friends and relatives to repeat everything twice again as I used to. I am O.K. with that. You my wise readers will ask “but of course you have insured them”. I ask you, do I look like a “insure my hearing aid “sort of person? Of course not, My good friend consoled me by offering me a spare pair and suggested I write about it in my blog- which I did! So I bid you goodnight. -. the show was worth the loss.- I think