Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Update: Wednesday, July 11, 2012. Shelter Island, New York.

At dinner tonight Allison mentioned that earlier, when she plugged into her phone to listen to some music, she was disappointed that it didn’t sound too good. “Then I remembered I had a specific program for music,” she said, “and the difference was amazing!”


“Yeah,” Hayden said, “I walked into the bedroom and I thought I saw you with earbuds in, and I was thinking, ‘What?’”

“You weren’t wearing earbuds were you?” I asked.

“No, I was plugged right in with the wire.” (Meaning, she plugged her implant directed into her phone.)

Still, what Hayden was trying to express was (I think) how surprised he was to see his mom listening to music, how incredible it is that Allison can listen to music and understand the words and enjoy it.

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Last night, Allison, Rob, and I went out for dinner, just the three of us. I can’t remember the last time we did that, and in the spirit of celebration, I decided to have a margarita (I don’t usually drink, but we were sitting at the bar, waiting for our table). Since I’m also the designated driver (Rob let his license expire years ago), I made a joke about one of the two of them having to drive me home.

“Or we could just walk,” I said, holding up my drink and pretending to swagger. “It would be like that time Nik fell into the ditch, that summer in Sweden – remember?”

Allison shook her head. “It makes me sad to say it, but I’ve missed so much of your conversations, you know?”

“I know,” I said, nodding. “But not anymore!”

“I know,” she said, “And now I’m afraid how much I’m going to hear!”

We laughed, she joked about having a program to turn down her kids, and we waited. The restaurant, at a marina, was busy. When they finally came to get us, they led us around the corner from the main dining area and seated us at a table right outside the noisy kitchen. We were right on the water and I could still hear the loud music playing from the bar.

But the best thing? We talked for almost two hours and I don’t remember once having to repeat what I said because she couldn’t understand me.

Totally crazy.

More fun times to come!

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