Tuesday, June 12, 2007

How Old??????

I realised today that I'm of an age where I am eligible for an Abbey National 50+ Saver Account ... AND ... I can go to the same lunch club as my father.

No wonder I'm depressed.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

The Deaf Leading The Blind

I know y’all don’t like it when I write about people with disabilities.


I was in the coffee shop the other day when an older, and larger, couple came in. She had a guide dog (I’m old fashioned … I still want to say a blind dog … but that’s considered poor grammar nowadays). The man was holding the woman’s arm, and the woman was holding the dog. Obviously, they couldn’t all fit through the door at once. After a bit of argy-bargy they made it in. The dog was trying to lead the woman one way and the man on her arm was trying to lead her another. They were banging into tables and chairs. I put my pen down to watch. I should have put on my video on my phone but I didn’t think of that until later.

Eventually they got themselves seated.

It was then that I noticed the man had hearing aids. In both ears.

And he obviously couldn’t speak either.

He could only communicate using sign language. Which, of course, the woman couldn’t see.

It didn’t put him off chatting to her though, even though he was getting no response whatsoever.

After a few minutes of this, he went up to the counter and came back with two coffees and a piece of cake. He put them down on the table, tapped the woman’s shoulder and put her hand to where they were.

They then sat in silence (audible and visual silence), eating and drinking.

After they’d finished, the man got up, took the woman’s arm and … same as before … escorted her to the door, with the dog also trying to lead the way. Again they banged into tables and chairs and again they couldn’t all three fit through the door. But they made it and went on their merry way.

Some years ago, I did a painting that included words in Braille. Except it didn’t. I found a font on Word that was Braille. I typed out a phrase, highlighted it, and converted it into Braille text. Then I printed it and pasted it onto the picture. Only now it was just flat dots printed onto paper … not raised dots as true Braille would be. Now it was unintelligible to sighted people and to blind people. And I couldn’t remember what the phrase was (I can’t, to this day). So that was stupid.

Communication is so complicated, isn’t it?

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