Something new has been added to my declining years. I suppose it seems reasonable that something different should enhance my enjoyment of life on this planet.
With so much talk of the environment, ecology, the wellbeing of all living things, one must get on the band wagon or perish. What did our ancestors do? I guess they just endured the sticks and stones and foibles that befell them.
Anyway, as it happens, Mr. & Mrs. Buggaboo are here to stay. Mr. Buggaboo arrived first after much testing and reading aloud about the nature of the common carrot. With this technological apparatus I can hear distinctly the rattling of a sheet of paper, the tick of my desk clock or my shoes hitting the trail.
Mrs. Buggaboo has also arrived and this is the clincher. To get these objects of mercy properly ensconced in right and left ear is a real balancing act. No more dashing about fully dressed and prepared for the day in twenty minutes, flat. At times it is agony inserting these foreign objects into the ear canal, praying to the angels and saints, focusing dead on for success.
Yes, what did our ancestors do when their hearing faded and Mrs. & Mr. Buggaboo had not been invented? Perhaps, this is where the expression came from. “I’m Canadian, Aye?”
Eileen Foran, CSJ