In the older days of Sesame Street, there is a song scene in the library. We find Oscar the Grouch sitting in his trash can and inquiring the where-bouts of the Trash section…as if crumpled old newspapers and torn magazines were a highlighted and popular genre to read. Of course, the direction to his question does not come first thing—not without an attempt to tell what a library has otherwise.
Two muppets are there as well and start the song, bobbing up and down opposite to each other, but in step with the beat; they sing the chorus:
“There’s books for him and books for her and books for you and me. books for him and books for her and books for you and me. You’ll find your books for everyone at your library.”
The main cast come in with costumes to go along with the adventures you can have when reading, and as Oscar becomes more unimpressed, the singers bust out this fancy, “FA LA LA LA LA LA,” finale. Hard as they tried, Oscar interrupts the jolly tune, and in classic grouchiness, again wants only the trash section. The two muppets shake their heads, like sad defeat, and sing to turn around…the direction of the trash selection. Oscar exclaims, “WOW! I’m in heaven.” And tells the others to be quiet—after all, they are in the library.
We were not at the library, but my favorite bookstore—Barnes and Nobles—and after a loop around the place, Mom was directing me to the cozy chairs up front. You can’t leave without browsing the bargain books, so as Mom set to do so, I sat and reflected on books and reading…it was then that the library song came to mind. I wanted to laugh, but just smiled casually instead; regardless, I needed the humor because reading has changed.
Reading, for me, encompasses more than books—it is my means of communication within the hearing world, I consider lip-reading like a second language and used to be fluent in both it and ASL, at one point…but have always read lips until now.
March 5th, I saw my neuro ophthalmologist. Because I opt out of the eye surgery, it was my last time unless an emergency problem would arise. Upon leaving, a few things were evident even since seeing him in January—I am blind in the right eye and the little sliver of peripheral vision only catches a tiny beam of light. My left eye could read the big E on the wall; when I read words…as to not fully strain my lazy eye because it is trying to focus around a clear-ish blind spot in the middle of my eye…I use huge white lettering on a dark background; my social media has dwindled.
But that is not as important compared to person to person commu nication..,especially with my family. It takes time, lots of patience (mostly on their part), lots of finger spelling and basic signs or writing on a black dry erase board with neon markers. It is different—often frustrating, but communicating (tweaked from normal) is still possible.
“I don’t think God has a problem communicating with me,” I told Calli as we talked using the type in Word and I read method. Indeed, talking to God has been my only constant. He speaks to me with verses and songs, with memories of His Goodness.