Sunday, December 18, 2011
Great things about being blind. Lost and found gloves.
Last night, my friend and fellow storyteller Sherri and I told holiday stories for kids and then adults at a local cafe. It was lots of fun. It was very cold last night. When Sherri drove us home, Tulia jumped out of the car and then I stepped out and my foot stepped on something soft, squishy even. I almost didn't put my hand down in case it was something gross. But, I was too curious and when I did put my hand down, there was one of my gloves which must have tumbled out of my pocket as I looked for my keys. I put the glove on and then searched for the other one but it too was gone. Sherri looked beside the car and there it was too. I hate wearing gloves as they are like blindfolds for you sighted folks. But, I need them and I hate losing them. So glad I decided to be curious and touch what was under my foot.