LIP READING

I don't take the bus very often from Waterloo to Brussels, because it is a little bit like Russian roulette : comes, comes not, comes etc. But this time I had to because around the South Station in Brussels it's almost impossible to find a parking space.

So I took the bus which was quite empty, a few elderly ladies with their shopping bags and a few men. Then the bus stopped in front of a school ! The bus door opened and at least 15 to 20 young students around 14/16 stepped in and fell on the empty seats ! I pushed a big sigh (inside) and thought now my peaceful trip will come to an end and they will shout and make a lot of noise. To my surprise I heard nothing ! Not a single  sound. I think I starred at them it was so unusual and then I saw what happened, they were talking with the hands, like Italians do and I thought the school from where they came must have been an Italian school ! They gesticulated in all direction and made big movements with their lips. Suddenly I understood this was a group of deaf teenagers who communicated with hand and lips. I became very curious because I had seen lip reading in movies, mostly when a murder was planned and recorded and the police had to hire a lip reader.



Finally I asked a young girl articulating with my lips and asked her if it would be difficult to learn lip reading. Stupid me, she couldn't speak and I couldn't read on her lips ! We both laughed. Then a young man came who could speak and translated. Apparently it is not so difficult. I wished I had learned it when I was younger, would be so nice to read on lips and know what people say even through a double glassed window. A part from that I am not curious at all !



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FRIDAY's FAVE FIVE

A weekly routine had moved in ! Except that I started the week with work outside the house. Two men came put a new lamp with movement detector over the entrance door, and one over the garage.






They also replaced the wooden  border which was completely rotten. Now it looks nice !

We agreed that I am visiting every second day otherwise it is too tiring and I have no time to do anything else. I have to do the laundry, shopping etc.  On my "free" day I went to Myriam and we had a nice Scrabble. Laughing with my friends was real good for me, even if I lost as usual !

Mr. G. has gotten used to his new life and starts to feel better. He is still to weak to start the reeducation only a few movements and massages.



The view outside the window. In spring and summer it must be a very nice view. I even saw picnic  tables and benches.



Twice per day he has to wear this oxygen mask I don't know really why. Anyway something very positive came out of the whole story, he, who smoked like a chimney and since months had tried to stop or at least to reduce, doesn't smoke anymore and does not miss it either ! That's very good !
I only hope that he won't start again at home, then you will read in the Newspaper that a wife killed her husband by throwing lighters and cigarettes at his head !

Soon he will have his birthday and I created a birthday card for him !



Arthur says "Happy Birthday to my beloved servant"

The last time I was there I got into a terrific traffic jam, lost one hour and came home half dead ! I hope it won't happen anymore !

We have Easter holidays here and therefore I have no aqua gym and no painting course. Instead we went to an Asian restaurant which has delicious food and "all you can eat" formula. We were 5 and had really a nice time. I was almost exploding when I came out.



In the evening we watch TV together, one cat on each side.



and then go to bed, Arthur at my feet, Rosie at my head ! Normally Arthur sleeps with Mr. G and Rosie with me, so she was not so keen to share my bed ! But now they are used to.

more participants at Susanne at Living to tell the Story.