Shhhh
So, it's Saturday morning, and I did what I usually do: slept late. Stayed in bed even later, because my cat was sleeping between my side and my elbow and it's illegal to move your cat when she's comfortable, sleeping, and cute.
But eventually I got up. Went upstairs (we have a weird house, our bedroom and a bunch of living space is below the kitchen and living room and some other rooms). And I made coffee, opened the shades on the glass door, and am sitting here looking out past our yard and the the soybeans and the cornfield to the trees along the creek, and it's quiet and peaceful and beautiful.
But very quiet. My processors are on the table rather than on my head. As much as I love hearing, and for the most part I want to hear everything there is (though honestly, I never knew how much noise my husband makes when he's cooking). But it's cool, and I even enjoy the snippets of conversation that I overhead when I walk through the cube farm near my office at work, not because I want to hear what they're talking about, but because I never could before.
But once in a great while I like to come upstairs before my husband gets up, ignore my processors, and just live in the silence. It was where I lived before CIs, and it's still comfortable to me. I don't always need to hear the click of my mouse or the creak of the stairs.
In a little while he'll wake up and come upstairs and I'll put the processors on and I'll be a hearing person again. A CIborg, as my t-shirt says. But for now I'm okay here with my coffee and my laptop and the quiet.
It's good to have options.
But eventually I got up. Went upstairs (we have a weird house, our bedroom and a bunch of living space is below the kitchen and living room and some other rooms). And I made coffee, opened the shades on the glass door, and am sitting here looking out past our yard and the the soybeans and the cornfield to the trees along the creek, and it's quiet and peaceful and beautiful.
But very quiet. My processors are on the table rather than on my head. As much as I love hearing, and for the most part I want to hear everything there is (though honestly, I never knew how much noise my husband makes when he's cooking). But it's cool, and I even enjoy the snippets of conversation that I overhead when I walk through the cube farm near my office at work, not because I want to hear what they're talking about, but because I never could before.
But once in a great while I like to come upstairs before my husband gets up, ignore my processors, and just live in the silence. It was where I lived before CIs, and it's still comfortable to me. I don't always need to hear the click of my mouse or the creak of the stairs.
In a little while he'll wake up and come upstairs and I'll put the processors on and I'll be a hearing person again. A CIborg, as my t-shirt says. But for now I'm okay here with my coffee and my laptop and the quiet.
It's good to have options.
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