About this blog: It was one of those days when I had had to ask my adult daughter to repeat things several times. Blame it on old ears, ambient noise, or a rift in my attention span. Whatever the cause, I was becoming irritated with myself and a little embarrassed to have to ask again to “please repeat”.
I determined to start understanding on the first try, but of course, the next time she spoke barely sounded like English to me. In order not to ask for a repeat, I used all the strategies I could to figure out what she had said. I inventoried what we had talked about up until then, I surveyed our surroundings for hints, I looked for facial clues, I studied her body language, and I reviewed the sounds I had heard. The result? Cheese doodles. It had sounded like she said cheese doodles. It was the best I could come up with.
It is my sincere belief that in the affairs of humankind, communication is highly overrated. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, it just comes out sounding like Cheese Doodles.
This blog is a report of how I see things from day to day. I’m not striving for any consistency in viewpoint, as there seems to be no consistency in my experiences. One thing I can count on is that what really happens and what I see and hear may not be identical. Nor will what I tell you and what you hear bear much resemblance. It’s usually just cheese doodles and other misunderstandings.
About me: Regardless of my beliefs concerning communication, I still write. I live in the Rocky Mountains of southwest Colorado with my husband and a balding black cat. When I’m not writing, making lists, or forcing a family member to listen to something I’ve written, I’m reading, gardening, or laughing with my friends. I also, sometimes, sit and stare.