Can’t say I’m a fan…

It is 34° C in Montréal today which means if you wish to purchase a tub of ice cream to cool down, you’d only have about five minutes to transport it back home in your vehicle.

Montréal is a city that cannot be navigated without being forced to take surprise detours. Today, thousands of sweaty Montréalaises arrived home from the supermarket to find that they had bought a whole tub of… mint chocolate chip soup.

I generally enjoy the heat. Like many people, I do enjoy stating the obvious by declaring, “It’s hot!” Unlike most, I don’t do it in that whiny way. Rather, I do this to fit in; to show hearing people that deaf people understand the concept of body temperature.

“I can’t hear you whining, but please allow me to inform you that I, too, find it hot.”

Since I did not buy ice cream, I cannot cry over melted ice cream. Instead, I will complain about Yann’s fan.

Now, when I moved in with him back in March it was decided that we’d give away my super cheap fan and keep his much sturdier-looking fan. What I did not realize was that his fan came with a “Dance Party” mode that cannot be shut off.

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Squeezing money out of my juicer.

I’ve been over my juicing phase for a year now. Was it time to get rid of my $200 Breville Multi-Speed Juice Fountain? What if I were to suddenly end up with a surplus of carrots? Then I’d have seller’s remorse. On the other hand, it’s appallingly large for something considered a “small home appliance.” Even $50 in pennies would probably still be smaller than the juicer.

Craigslist it is.

Except people in Québec prefer the ad-laden classified advertisement service that is Kijiji. Kijiji is garbage, and the people who use it are garbage. Slightly moreso than Craigslisters. I felt unclean making that post for my juicer, but I did it. Here’s exactly what I posted:

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The opposite of outrage isn’t inrage.

Hi!

I’m a former hearing person. I was born in Canada, and grew up in a middle-class hearing family. I’m also white, straight, and cis. This means my life began with pretty much just one disadvantage: being female. Oh, and being an infant, but I outgrew that horrid phase.

Then I got deathly ill.

Do you know what happens when a cute little blonde three-year-old gets sick in Canada? Everything that could possibly be done to save my life, was done… and at no expense to my family. In the process of saving my life, though, the drugs that were administered destroyed my hearing.

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Superfood for thought.

Are posters no longer popular or have I just fallen out of that age group? I’m no longer a poster child for posters? Have posters simply been rebranded as “prints”? Are Millennials to blame? So many questions?

Poster stores were definitely a thing when I was a teenager. In fact, I would make a point of visiting the local poster shoppe whenever I found myself in a mall. Where else could I have seen a vast collection of large-format images quickly, and for free?

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Too distant to be relocated.

When I was a preteen, my parents gave me the “gift” of being relocated to Langley, the town where my school and friends were. Prior to moving to Langley, I lived a 30-minute drive away from a normal social life.

This meant, between the age of 5 to 11, I would have to head home on the school bus immediately after the bell rang. At home in the faraway land of Surrey, BC, I had the company of two cats and, if he felt like it, my much older brother. I also found entertainment in cartoons, the entire Babysitters’ Club and Little House on the Prairie series, art supplies, and sometimes a blanket fort. If I wanted to see my friends on the weekends, though, I had to trust my parents to make arrangements with my friends’ parents that involved motorized transportation.

I know moving to Langley was a sacrifice for my parents, but it wasn’t my fault the schools my older siblings had attended weren’t set up to accommodate deaf students. It wasn’t my fault there were no other deaf kids my age in my neighbourhood.

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