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2003-11-05 - 10:31 a.m. Thursday, October 30 Everything's fine. Sorry if anyone was worrying. I'm just busy, in a good way. Here's some blather for ya: In the car this morning, I looked out the window and saw a cute little coffee shop. It looked so cosy and warm. I said to Poindexter, "I wish I were a coffee person. I would love to be able to go to the coffee shop every morning and have a cup of coffee." And Poindexter -- who used to be a hardcore coffee person but quit because it started to disagree with him -- wistfully said, "Yeah." Then, "We could be young and hip again." It was only 8am but that set me off into a fit of laughter. I don't know that we've ever BEEN hip. Later that morning I got a reply e-mail from the orchard saying that yes, indeed, I could buy Asian pears from them by the BUSHEL. I was over the moon with excitement you can see why I'm not journaling lately -- my life revolves around Asian pears and IM'd Poindexter about it. "WOOHOO!! A *BUSHEL*!! And we get a DISCOUNT!!" To which my husband replied, " Is there anything young and hip about ordering a bushel of pears at a discount?" And finally, passing another coffee shop on the way home from the library this afternoon, I realized that being a coffee person has nothing to do with it. I'm too big of a MISER to go to a coffee shop every morning. I'd probably buy my own fancy beans and grind them rather than pay someone else to do it. Sigh. So I'm a miserly, non-coffee-drinking, Asian-pear freak. Ain't nothing hip about it. In lieu of further actual content, since I am still very busy, I present you with a smashing picture of November 5 I got my new hearing aids today. I haven't had much of a chance to test 'em yet, seeing as how I work alone. I did notice that the turn signal in the truck was ... well, it makes a noise. Also, we tested the directional microphone thing in the office, and that is REALLY COOL. Almost completely blocks out background sounds. But the coolest thing, by far, which I never even stopped to think about, was this: Evelynne: We can test tonight with the TV on behind me and such. I could try music. [Digression while we talk about Grant Fuhr's induction into the hockey hall of fame and bitch about Street's reelection. Eventually I do put the music on, using MP3s on Poindexter's computer.] Evelynne: OH MY FUCKING GOD. MUSIC IS *AMAZING*. I wish I could adequately explain what a drastic difference this is. The scratchy tape/surround sound analogy is probably pretty close. Imagine if you'd had to listen to a scratchy tape recorder for years and years (even at other people's houses) and then you got a surround sound system for your birthday. Kinda like that. Just listening to his little computer speakers with these new aids is better than Dad's system with my old aids. I don't think I've *ever* had music sound that good, now that I think about it, even when my hearing was not quite so bad.
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