Audition, in the less common sense of one’s state of hearing, happens to be on my mind presently, though there are many more important topics in the news.
As it happens, I “was fitted” for hearing aids yesterday. Ignoring the use of the passive voice, the phrase does seem entirely backwards, since such things should be fitted to me. Still, the fact remains that today, April 6, 2022, I’m wearing hearing aids like old people do.
In a vain attempt to console my vanity, I wrote this bit of doggerel drivel in honor of my milestone:
As a rule, I try to share more high-minded thoughts here, and musings over my minor woes are certainly not that, so I’ll sign off with one more poem that touches on audition about someone profound who grew profoundly deaf but triumphed well enough to leave us his Ode to Joy.
