We missed David from Deaf In Prison tonight. Seems he was tied up somewhere. Hope, not literally.
Someone asked me this week if I was concerned about going to heavily populated areas because of the risk of being bombed. I responded that I cannot live my life in fear. That being said, when I was with a customer this week who was lugging a black backpack I locked it in the car trunk once he didn’t need it in the store – no point in scaring the natives.
Anyway, we had a good turnout at the Meetup and I reflected on how relaxed I am there. I am still learning and sometimes I don’t “get” the sign, but just as I do for others, people finger-spell the word for me. It is so relaxing to be somewhere I can understand what is being said.
It’s also interesting because no one tries to talk over someone else. We only have two eyes so we have to take turns talking. Doesn’t mean there can’t be more than one conversation going on because we have enough folks to have various conversations going on, but no one jumps in and interrupts unless it is to say, “excuse me” (moving between two people to go somewhere) or flapping a hand at someone to get their attention for some reason. In some ways sign can seem rude (like the old sign for “fat”), yet on the other hand, people don’t talk all over each other like hearing people do.
One gal and I wondered if the reason we have such a hard time with names is that we don’t recognize voices the same way hearing people do. Then a hearing signer said she has trouble with names as well. There goes that theory. 🙂
We continue to be a fun mix of the deaf, the hard of hearing, the hearing, and people who want to learn to be ASL Interpreters. Who knows, maybe someday you — dear readers — will end up signing at a Meetup somewhere and thinking, “Wow, this is just totally cool and neat.” 😉