Deaf chat

I've never been to one of 

these before.  I don't know

how many people go and how

many are deaf, or hearing.

I don't feel in the least prepared,

I don't feel I know enough to 

communicate with a deaf person.

But I guess there comes a point

where you just have to jump in,

hope you do OK and learn

something in the process (hopefully)

So I will go tonight.  My teacher,

Pam, says she will not leave my

side.  I hope she doesn't!  I'm really

nervous, but she says it won't

be as bad as I think it will be.

I suppose that anticipation of 

something is worse than the

real thing as a general rule.  You

tend to build things up in your

mind-at least I do-and it never

turns out like you had envisioned

it.  So everyone say a little prayer

that I don't make a fool out of

myself and remember enough

to have a basic conversation

with someone.

I like this one a little better than

yesterday's but still not what

I want.  The problem is, I don't

know what I want.  That is a

problem.  I hate it when I

get restless like this.

Plus, Dianne went on a short

little vacation and as usual

my muse tagged along.  I'm

not sure why she feels the need

to follow Dianne rather than

stay here with me where I need

her.  I think it's kind of selfish.

After all, She leaves me to

try to think of cards all by

myself!  I think I need to

trade her in on a new muse....