Posted in Palpating Poetry, Word Wonder

Invisible Ramblings

I don’t know what to say.

I’m speechless.

This happens to me sometimes.

And I wish my ideas of things to say would flow from my mouth like my fingers on a keyboard.

And that my conversation would be as interesting to you as it is to me when I’m writing–

But I’m stuck.

It’s the opposite of writer’s block.

So many thoughts spinning around.

I’m deep in thought.

And it’s strange to even me that I can’t think of a thing to say out loud–

That would be of interest to you.

It all seems so socially unacceptable

And I’m not in the mood to meet your expectations while

Ignoring

Mine.

 

Posted in Happy Little Photos, Mom Life, Photo Inspiration, Word Wonder

Affection & Wonder

20180112_072541via Daily Prompt: Wonder

This little girl of mine fills me with so much adoration and wonder. As I watch her off and on throughout the day, I’m in awe of who she has become. I think back to her quirky days as a toddler and the funny things she used to say as she was first developing language.

“Mama, I can feel my heart beeping!!”

Or how she would recognize the appropriate time to show appreciation and joyfully exclaim, “Thankum!” (Which meant “Thank you!”)

And I remember her at around 2 years old when she would speak so quickly I’d have to interpret for my friends because they had no idea what she just said.

One afternoon in the spring there was a little girl, maybe 4 or 5 years older than my daughter, who started playing with Makayla in our yard. They tried to strike up a conversation and after a few minutes the little girl looked at me strangely and asked, “Is she speaking Chinese??” It was funny because Makayla wasn’t quite 2 at that time and whatever she said to the neighbor girl really did sound like Chinese to me, too.

Now, she’s going to be 11 in less than a month and she’s so articulate. Since she was 4, people have noticed what a great memory she has for things and a vocabulary that you wouldn’t expect from someone so small. At almost 11, people don’t notice these things as much because she’s older now and it sort of goes along with her age.

She’s more independent than ever and knows exactly who she is. There is no shy bone in her body. She can definitely hold her own. And she is a bright, radiant light. I look at her full of love and wonder. It’s still hard to believe she’s mine.

Posted in Ponderings, Word Wonder

Ruminations of a Sign Language Interpreter

via Daily Prompt: Rube

I was standing at the corner early one morning, waiting for the go ahead to

city-cars-vehicles-street.jpgcross the busy city street.  The corner was packed full of people. It was raining and foggy out. I stood there patiently waiting with my black pok-a-dot umbrella, sipping my luke warm coffee.

A few people sauntered up to the crowd and started debating something. I couldn’t decipher the words until the conversation got a little louder. I kept looking straight ahead as though I heard nothing, something I am accustomed to doing mostly when I work in the city.

As I waited, I starting paying attention to the variety of umbrellas and rain boots people were displaying as they shuffled off to work. I stopped hearing the conversations around me, lost in my observations & thoughts. I got jilted back when a woman lost her temper shouting, “You know, you’re nothing but a rube! You have no idea what you are talking about! So naive, I can’t even stand another minute talking to you. I’m walking to the next block. Don’t follow me!!”

“A rube, ” I thought, “what is that?”

The sign changed and we all quickly walked across the street with our poker faces in place. A couple of men passed me speaking Russian, a guy flew past on his rented City Bank bike, splattering street water on some executives.

I had no idea what a rube was but I knew I’d google it later and that it was clearly not something I’d ever call someone. Still, it’s interesting how just walking a mile and a half to work can broaden your vocabulary.

Later on in the day, back at the train station, I read the train schedule for the Hudson Line and walked to track 13. I found a seat and called my mother to see if she could bring my daughter to Girl Scouts that night. While we were on the phone, the conductor made an important announcement informing us that they had to “change some equipment” on our train and that we needed to board the train at track 33 instead. As I power walked to track 33 with everyone else,  I overheard a couple of people reading Metro North news on one of the TV screens in the station, “Now there was a fire on the train somewhere?” Strangely, it didn’t phase me. These trains are more than 30 years old.

It struck me that if I was deaf or hard-of-hearing, I wouldn’t have gotten that message from the conductor. I would have seen everyone on the train getting up and exiting quickly, wondering in this day and age, what in the world was going on. I would have followed the group from my train car, paying close attention to if they were mostly all going to the same place. That is, if I wasn’t sleeping. We (people who can hear) take information that we so easily receive for granted.  And most of us don’t stop to think about the people who are not getting that same pertinent information.  We don’t always do it on purpose. We just make this subconscious assumption that we’re all on the same page.

Then, I thought about that woman losing her temper and calling someone a rube. I thought about the vocabulary that I’ve acquired from reading and hearing other people in their conversations. We take incidental learning for granted. Countless hours are spent teaching deaf and hard-of-hearing kids things we all learn without trying because we just happen to hear it. It made me think about an elementary school student I work with every week and all of the vocabulary that comes up in lessons that she isn’t familiar with.  She remembers the things that she learns with her eyes and the way it feels to talk about things in American Sign Language and she’s just learning to read.  She’s not hearing any of these words, we are showing them to her on a page, then showing her how to sign the concept and use it in signed conversation.  It requires a lot more work for a deaf child to retain English vocabulary than it does for kids who can hear & hear it often.  Also, remembering how to use new vocabulary words in ASL is much different than being able to recognize the written word & remember it’s meaning.

Just some random musings of a Sign Language Interpreter at the end of her work day…

 

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My Little Helper

via Daily Prompt: Cavity

When I was a student studying Diagnostic Medical Sonography, I took my daughter out to my clinical site to practice scanning.  She was so little at the time, only in Kindergarten. On our ride out, I explained to her that I would be taking pictures of her internal organs like her liver, kidneys,  pancreas, spleen, the abdominal aorta, gallbladder and so on.  She tried her best to understand but was excited because I made it sound like such an exciting exploration that most kids her age don’t get to see.  She’s always been the kind of kid who looks and learns about things around her with a lot of wonder and curiousity. I was banking on her being the same way with this and not getting all squirmy once up on the table.

Once we said hello to the receptionist, letting her know I had permission to practice doing studies there after clinical hours, we headed for one of the ultrasound rooms.  She looked around the room noticing how dim the lights were and then spotted the table she’d be laying on for mommy.

“OK, mama, I’m ready!” she said, lifting her shirt so her little budha belly was showing.

I explained to her that I would be tucking a towel under her shirt to keep it from getting messy from the gel and then tucking one over the top of her pants, too, for the same reason.

“Is the gel gonna be cold, Mommy?” she asked me inquisitively.

“No, the gel I put on your belly is warm because we keep in it in the warmer. And it smells like baby powder.  Doesn’t that sound nice?” I asked.

She nodded her head and watched me as I squirted some on.  Laying the transducer on her tickled at first apparently because she cracked up and tried to move her little body further away from me. To help her cooperate, I turned the screen so she could see and she loved that.  She got a little lesson on anatomy that day and learned how cool her internal organs looked. Unfortunately, her fascination didn’t last as long as I hoped but I did get some more practice in and the consolation that everything looked perfectly normal inside her abdomin from my newbee perspective.

 

 

Posted in Mom Life, Ponderings, Word Wonder

Daily Prompt: Tardypants and the Pickle Guy

via Daily Prompt: Tardy

When my daughter and I walked through the doors of the gymnasium, the kids were warming up, practicing their serves and laughing. We were ten minutes early for volleyball clinic. Parents and their children kept trickling in after the designated start time of 6pm.  I was happy to be early. There were plenty of seats to choose from which was much better than arriving even ten minutes late and having to sit on the hard floor.  I don’t have much of a butt anymore with my diet change and training for a half marathon. It’s kind of strange for someone who’s never been lacking in that department.

As I was watching the girls do sprints and run around the gym, my eyes scanned the room. Where was my neighbor friend Gina? She bailed on me. When she shows up tardy for volleyball practice, I’ll have to ask her if she got caught up talking to The Pickle Guy at the grocery store. That guy was unusually passionate about selling pickles. Don’t get me wrong… We enjoy pickles with our chips and sandwiches but he liked them so much he talked abt them everyday, all day for a living. It kind of makes me wonder if he secretly despises them at this point.  Or if he’s sick of being referred to as “The Pickle Guy” like I am when people call me “The Signing Lady”.

 

 

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Moments of Shock

via Daily Prompt: Shock 

The look that spreads across your face when a person answers their video phone in their tighty whities..

The feeling you get when you pick up the remote control, deciding to learn how to use your video phone, accidentally connecting to a Sign Language Interpreter that could have been one of your colleagues… and you’re wearing the smallest towel you own..

The moment you remember you had chicken sausage cooking on the stove and now they look like little poops in a skillet..

Or the time you took your daughter to the diner when she was 2 and she dumped an entire bottle of syrup on her pancakes in the 2 seconds you turned to talk to your friend..

It’s the moment you get the news that you got the job you’ve been vying for..

And the second you find out your daughter shares the same shoe size as you..

The night the mammographer tells you that your mammo & breast ultrasound are normal and they don’t need to see you back for a year..

And the morning you wake up to the smell of coffee and breakfast that you didn’t make yourself after how many years??

Oh, the many ways shock comes into our lives, disguising itself as something new.

 

 

 

Posted in Miss Sassypants, Word Wonder

Daily Prompt: Carve

via Daily Prompt: Carve

The teacher asked, “Where are your hearing aids? Did you bring them today?”

The elementary school student hopped up pretending she forgot them, “Oh! Just a minute!” She skipped to the closet to check her lime green backpack with her hand over her mouth, muffling a giggle.

Returning to her seat with her turquoise hearing aids with tye-dyed ear molds in her little hand, she signed, “They’re broken. The latch for the battery won’t close.” The student pretended to be disappointed, but the adults in the room weren’t buyin’ it.

As her Sign Language Interpreter watched the conversation, she thought to herself, “I bet she’d like to carve out a hole in the wall and drop them in. She really dislikes those things.”

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Brilliant

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/brilliant/

It was brilliant the way God would speak to her when she would write.  In her thought life, her thoughts could be moving in so many different directions, starting and stopping before coming to a conclusion. When she sat down to write, her thoughts were fluid and purposeful, on point and peaceful. She felt God heal her through the process of writing.  Sometimes she encountered His presence. Other times she would complete a piece and wonder where the ideas had manifested from.  There was no other way she could have uncovered the things she spoke of in her writing if she was just having a conversation with another person.  And writing about her experiences somehow made her life seem so much more interesting. The more she wrote, the more she started to actually see herself and her life through the lens of a book. One where she really liked the main character, could really identify with her, wanted to be her closest friend and glean some wisdom from her. There was no rivalry, tension or misunderstanding. Just love and acceptance. It was as if writing had a way of helping her to see herself more clearly while also understanding God more clearly. Books have that unexplained power to transform the mundane things into something so much more interesting.

Tapping into God’s presence as she wrote was really the most brilliant thing of all.  Like a gushing of light bursting through her lungs and heart, shining and vibrating in a way that also made her stop and feel how close He was. It was food for her soul.

 

 

Posted in Word Wonder

Funnel

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So, I read that the word “funnel” is my daily prompt for today.  I am not feeling an ounce of inspiration from this particular word. What should I do?

I think, I’ll refer to the online dictionary and thesaurus.  Hmmm…funnel is a verb that means direct down a path. Other words for funnel are channel, filter, pour, siphon. Waiting for the ideas to funnel in.  So, could I say, can someone funnel some entertainment over to my 2 bedroom apartment?  Maybe knock on my door dressed up in shockingly silly costumes bringing dessert I can eat, telling me hilarious stories or fun adventures you’ve had. Or maybe funnel me to a glorious vacation spot where I can go parasailing or ziplining or just go somewhere sunny.  Somewhere other than my living room or kitchen where I do the same kinds of things over and over again.

Funnel.  Does anyone feel like eating a funnel cake now? Yum.

Thank you, Daily Post. 😉