Check out Bose Hearphones for your Aunt Dotty. They're around $600 and work better than hearing aids for many people.
It's noisy at Sarabeth's.
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One out of six isn't bad at all.
And why does Aunt Dotty not have hearing aids or cochlear implants ???? There is some humor here of course, but she does not have to go through this. Poor hearing leads to isolation, withdrawal, and possibly accelerates the onset of dementia. Get with the latest in science, please.
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Maybe she doesn't have the thousands of dollars that hearing aids cost. None of it is covered by Medicare.
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Hearing aids cost thousands and rarely are covered by insurance. Get with reality
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If Paul Ryan has his way, nothing will be covered by Medicare. Except maybe funerals.
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This is so cute and clever. It is endearing and makes me really want to meet Dotty! Maybe share a bowl of Scotch with her. Who needs sequiturs when the conversation is just as entertaining without them!
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Thank you, Paul. And a bowl of Scotch sounds excellent! Maybe a pail..
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Yeah, to be hard of hearing is a laugh riot, as long as it's not you. And this is a family member you're mocking to get a cheap laugh from NYC readers? Way to keep it classy, Lou.
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oh c'mon, margaret! it was hardly a cheap laugh, rather, a sculpted poem, playful, and one so many of us can relate to.
it was fun. lighten up.
it was fun. lighten up.
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i'm sorry, you were saying?
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The poet shows much affection for his aunt! He's taking her to brunch and then a cab ride or the museum of her choice. Her deafness doesn't keep him from being kind and attentive. She's a lucky aunt!
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Perfect. And all too real. My favorite: "“Well, who doesn’t love Dev Patel?”"
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Earth to Dotty
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Her complete first name is probably Microdotty...
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Aunt Dotty sounds like a hoot. Good one.
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I can think of others who have perfect hearing but who never get the “gist” of what’s being said. Ask any female who says to any male, “We need to talk!” Most men (but certainly not all men) don’t “get” the gist of, “Will you please pick up your socks. And undies. And cluttered mess that’s been sitting on my bird’s-eye maple dining room table for a year. My husband has a perfectly good office with a perfectly good walnut desk and a perfectly good green leather chair; yet he never “gets the message” about why I’m so irritated about having to eat off of the glass coffee table night after night. Hearing is not listening, but I surely wish that it were. My husband and I would be sitting at our antique table, cutting into our sirloins and sipping our Chablis, happy as clams!
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He never gets the message? Why not put all his stuff on the floor so you can eat off the table? He might catch your hint then.
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