Technology has afforded those of us with impairments the ability to more fully participate in the world around us.
However we can never lose sight, a painful use of the phrase in my case, of its imperfections.
Perhaps it is merely anticipating the future of our species, as when the phones captioning decided a somewhat elided Marsha and Barry was in fact Martian berries. As crazy as that seems at first, looking around at how we have laid waste to this planet exobiology and exobotany may be the last and only hope for our species, but I do wonder how they will taste.
The birds in this part of Florida have found a way around the cliche and we are thankful they have done so.
As we saw last week when the neighbor’s yard was regraded, and before the new sod arrived, the “soil” was mostly sand and there was not a worm to be found anywhere.
Yet the birds, early and late got all they wanted to eat, for their meals are insects so from now on I shall have no alternative but to work to death the phrase, “the early bird catches a few insects.”
My mother used to say, about most anything, “Stop, you’ve had your fill.” It was something she did by rote, dictated I was certain then, by some timer buried deep within her that brought forth the phrase like the beep of an oven timer to indicate whenever she was baking was certain to be just slightly underdone. I didn’t listen to her, of course, just paid the lip service of which children are the acknowledge masters. I still hear her voice echoing the phase as i walk through the park each morning stopping to gaze at whatever new has come into bloom, the patterns of the clouds over the hills to the south, the conversation of the birds who only think i don’t understand, but i never get my fill of the beauty before me.