Saturday, December 1
Being really quiet
Last week, on Thanksgiving night, I lost my voice. Not metaphorically, but really. Truly. It turns out to be a vocal chord infection and requires silence for up to two weeks. I've never had it before.
I've also never been quiet that long. I whispered a little, but that didn't turn out to be a good idea. My son was home from college. So, I mostly listened. That was pleasant. He is also an English and sign language major, so that was very helpful. I know a little sign language and he taught us how to sign cheese cake. I found out there is no sign for casserole. That means you have to spell out each letter.
I have often thought what it might be like for a hearing impaired person not to hear. But I never thought about what it must be like not to speak. It changed the way I think, a lot. It makes me realize how much we talk, when we really don't need to. And how we should revere the words we say.
Kiss the ones you love,
I'm so glad to be back!