Day 199
I have a question. And it’s probably not exactly politically correct … but it’s not exactly not either. And, I guess, it’s just a question of curiosity more than anything else.
Do blind people sleep more than sighted people?
Okay. This is how my brain works. When I should be doing probably, at least, 100 other things … my brain is putting energy to thoughts such as this. Why? I have no clue. However, it poses an interesting question and makes me wonder … do they?
I no longer know anyone who is blind. I used to have a lovely client who was not sighted and she had a darling assistance dog. It was back in the days when I sold cosmetics and (I bet you are wondering, too) … how did she apply makeup if she was blind?
To this question I also have no clue. But she did it very deftly and however she managed it – she always looked nice. I, on the other hand, would have lipstick smeared across my face from ear to ear looking quite Bozo-esque. It would not be a pretty sight. I can barely get anything on me now without my glasses on – let alone, without being able to see at all.
Anyway … I was sitting here, with my eyes closed, listening. I was taking in the cicada song (which is STILL going on … when do these things finally die off?!) … and it got me thinking that whenever I close my eyes I feel as if I could easily drift off to sleep (not that I’m sleep deprived or anything!). So, if I were blind and it was always dark … would I ALWAYS be sleeping?
I don’t know but I think it’s a good possibility. In any case, I hope I don’t ever have to find out.
My dog, Dori, is sight-impaired. Also hearing impaired. Let’s just say she is a bit challenged. And yet, she gets around quite well.
A month or so ago my little neighbor and his friends were calling to the dogs to come outside and visit. The guys were hanging over the fence and calling into the house (hence my desire for a taller fence). In any case … I was working at the table and though they couldn’t see me, I could very well hear their conversation.
My 8 year old neighbor quickly emerged as the dog expert in the group … telling his friends what dog was which, their names, breeds, etc.
They kept calling to the dogs and I told Gert to go out and see the guys and she obliged willingly. Hoots and hollers and great cheers rose up from the other side of the fence when she went out! It reminded me of a bull fight!
I heard him telling his buds that I had a deaf and blind pug and they were wondering if she’d come out and so I kind of scooted her outside and there was wild cheering and high fives going on and their eyes were glued to her – lest she walk smack into the door or something. She didn’t and they tired of the dog entertainment but it was pretty funny. Though it does amaze me how well she gets around with very little smacking into things.
As for me … I’d be black and blue from head to toe with a scary line of lipstick across my face … and I’d probably be sleeping.