Monday Meanderings - 7.24.2017

All 2 of my blog followers noticed that there was no Monday Meanderings last week. Just slipped my mind, which is not hard at my age. I read recently that memory loss has some contributing factors — such as inadequate education, obesity, hearing loss and smoking. I should point out that I don't smoke, so it's not all bad news.

From time to time Barb gets emails that are addressed to her, but are obviously meant for someone else. For example, she'll get a notice that her order has shipped - but it's on its way to someone else, and obviously something she didn't order.

At first we were concerned that it was somehow wrapped up in identity theft, but that proved to not be the case. After the 2nd or 3rd incident It became fairly obvious that some other person - whose first name is also Barbara - simply enters an incorrect email address from time-to-time.

Google swears that it is impossible for two people to have the same Gmail account, and that if one is getting mail intended for someone else it is because someone has written an account down wrong. At least that's their story.

And we were okay with that until we got an email notice from the County Clerk in Fort Walton Beach Florida that Barbara was scheduled to show up at the Courthouse for jury duty - and she better show up and not be late!

I'm told that Fort Walton Beach is a pretty place, and Barb does like the beach. I wonder if she'll have a view of the ocean from her jail cell?

Almost every parent, and teacher of small children, has encountered "rocks in the ear." If not rocks, some other small object, such as a bean, inevitably gets lodged in the ears of small children and necessitates a trip to the ER to get it extracted. It's a rite of passage for the very young. And their parents.

So, I was a bit taken aback when another member of this household - who shall remain nameless - came in late the other evening and said, "Would you look in my ear and see if the little rubber dome from my hearing aid is lodged there?" The fact that it was a part from a hearing aid should tell you that we were dealing with someone, uh, well, mature. No adolescent behavior involved.

Did you know that the reason a trip to the ER is necessary is because it is extremely difficult to see very far into another's ear canal without that special little light gizmo with the pointy cap that the doctor sticks in you ear when you have a checkup? And even if you can shine a light in said ear, it's really, really difficult to do that and probe with some non-sharp (and therefore pretty useless) instrument?

Since the unnamed other member of this household was not in distress and great discomfort (it is a very soft and very small little object, after all) we decided we could postpone a visit to an urgent care facility until the morning, and said unnamed household member went off to prepare for bed.

I was shaking my head in disbelief at the circumstance, wondering how that little part came off in the first place, since it is normally a real chore to get them off for cleaning, when the unnamed household member gave a great shout of joy and returned with the missing dome in hand! It had come off, but did not lodge in the ear; rather it rolled into the farthest out-of-reach, out-of-sight corner imaginable.

And great was the rejoicing when the lost dome was found.