“At home, my mother dabbed at her brow with a wet flannel she kept in the fridge for that purpose.”
(Sorry for the late posting, but my computer wasn’t playing nice, and Henry was barking. I had to keep checking the front to see why he was barking. Twice I had packages but all the other times it was a dog crying wolf.)
The last few days I have been hearing voices. I stop working, mute the TV and listen. The voice is low, the words are jumbled. The first time I heard the voice I walked through the house and found nothing. Since then, I’ve heard the voices a few more times.
I learned a new word yesterday, pareidolia. It is when one hears patterns in random data and interprets them as music and conversation. Fans, rushing wind, air conditioners and the drone, the hum, on board a plane in flight are some causes. My air conditioner has been on for the last two days. I am not crazy. I am not hearing voices.
Yesterday I was busy. I finally cleared the dining room of the deck furniture covers I had brought inside before it rained one day last week. I found a bin under the deck, emptied it and then filled it with the covers. The filled bin was so heavy I had to push it from the house to the deck where it sits. Today I’ll slide the bin down the outside stairs to put it back under the deck. I swept the kitchen and dining room. I folded the clean laundry and put the last of the wash into the dryer where it still sits waiting for me. Henry is also waiting as his fluffy couch cover was washed.
This morning I opened the screen door to get the papers, and, as soon as I stepped out, a Ghana moment leapt from my memory drawers. Because I wanted every bit of that moment, I shut the door behind me and stood on the steps. I could feel the rhythm of the day. Today’s morning air reminded me of every morning of the dry season in Ghana when the mornings felt comfortable, but you knew the afternoons would be blistering.
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July 20, 2020 at 3:05 pm
Hi Kat,
As long as you’re not answering the voice you’re probably ok. Have you had your hearing checked? I have ringing in my ears from years of loud airplane noise. It’s called Tinnitus, but I know it’s not voices. My spouse tells me that I’m hard of hearing because I watch the TV too loud and don’t always hear what she says the first time. I tell her that my hearing is fine, but my listening sucks. She doesn’t appreciate my humor. 🙂
The weather here is hot and humid all day. You know it’s summer when the low temperature in the morning is nearly 80°.
July 20, 2020 at 8:35 pm
Hi Bob,
I was hearing what I thought were voices talking or singing. That’s when I learned the meaning of pareidolia. My AC was making the sound which resembled people talking.
I get her lack of appreciation for your humor.
Today has been an ugly day. For the third day in a row it was over 90˚ in Boston while it was in the 80’s here. Cooler air won’t be here until Wednesday.
July 21, 2020 at 8:10 am
No voices here just the sound og thunder and heavu showers. I know what You mean though, I can hear voices too when I am alone in the factory and the ventilation is on. So annoying not to hear what it says 🙂 🙂 I was a bit worried the first times I heard it but then someone told me what it was 🙂 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
July 21, 2020 at 12:06 pm
Christer,
I’d love the heavy showers. I have to water the flowers on the deck as we haven’t had rain for a while. Everything is just so dry.
Last night with the air conditioner on I heard the voice again. This time I had a name for the weird event. I’m happy to know you too have heard the voices. Stephen King has probably written a story about it, but in his story, the voices would be real.
Have a wonderful day!!