Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on June 15, 2018 by Jan Wilberg
Category: Writing

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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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Jan, thanks for the support on the cochlear implant surgery.You helped a lot with my initial anxiety. Now, I’m ready. Yes, I will blog and do what I can for public awareness.
JAN, I like this. At first, I thought it was an anti-smoking piece. Then, I realized it was a poignant “Dad” recollection. No one smoked in our family. I smoked a pipe for many years but gave it up about 20 years ago. I used to like the pipe smell as did others. I am having a flashback to the old days in the TV newsroom when the air was filled with smoke from cigarettes, pipes and cigars. MY PIPE WAS ALSO A PACIFER AS I RACED TO MEET DEADLINES AND LIVE SHOTS. Thanks for a wonderful little piece, brimming with memories. SENSE MEMORIES.
My dad also smoked a pipe but only when he was sitting down. The rest of the time he had a cigar clenched between his teeth. Smoke never bothers me unless it’s stale. Walking past a cigarette smoker still makes me yearn for a smoke – 30 years after quitting. Thanks for your comment, Gary. Imagine you have stacks of stories about those newsroom days. Would love to read them.
Thanks for the encouragement. He often thinks his old stories are not interesting. I keep reminding him that though I’ve heard the stories before, other people haven’t.
Garry’s ear implant is coming up in just about a month, now. He’s also doing a bunch of PR for the program.
Finally, a charity in which he is seriously interested. They are looking for people who can speak coherently about what a hearing loss really means. I have no idea where you live, but I think it’s a great program and I’m glad he is participating. If you were local, I ask if you were interested.
Unfortunately, they also want ME (the effect of deafness on partners is part of the public relations) on camera and I totally hate live cameras. I take pictures. I don’t like having to be IN them. Garry is so at home in front of a camera, my awkwardness is particularly obvious.
I’m glad to hear about the implant – I hope he blogs about it. Best to you both! It’s a trip to speak and be heard!