We preach to the choir at our house, and when, following her excellent exegesis the other night of the world situation in which I could only nod in assent as each point was hammered home, Mary asked me what I thought, I said I thought it was about time to go to bed.
After getting my new hearing aid, and phoning Mary, I told her she didn’t need to shout.
“But that’s the way I always speak when I’m talking to you,” she said.
“Well, just tone it down a bit, I’m not deaf.”
And then it occurred to me that, indeed, I am no longer deaf. The technology — though pricey — has finally caught up with me, and I can no longer plead hearing impairment when it serves my purposes to do so.