Senses
Of the five senses, which would be worst for me to lose?
SCENT: fresh-baked cookies, roses, my husband's cologne, the drunks in the lockup, hookers who haven't washed recently, whatever that nasty stuff is that Ed Greene is eating... okay, not being able to smell would be no fun, but it would have its advantages.
TASTE: strawberries, white chocolate, strong coffee when I get up, my man before that. I'd like to keep this one, please.
TOUCH: okay, why when it says "senses" does my mind just zoom in on my husband? Okay, other things I touch: when my sons kiss me goodbye in the morning, that cat winding around my ankles, my husband's... forget it!
HEARING: my sons are laughing in the next room as their father kisses my hair and whispers lovely things that you can believe I'm not going to tell you. This is the first one that might keep me from doing my job: if I couldn't hear what a suspect was saying and how he said it, or how my officers are trying to wiggle on something, that would be a problem.
SIGHT: I don't know where ADA (not Southerlyn; the Americans with Disabilities Act) would come down on it, but I don't think I could do what I do if I were blind. You have to be able to see the evidence, to see the perps and know what they're trying to pull. On top of that, there is way too much joy involved in seeing my boys smile when they show me their report cards, or when their Daddy....
You know, I think I'm going to give this one up and go enjoy this new awareness of my senses. Talk to you in the morning.
SCENT: fresh-baked cookies, roses, my husband's cologne, the drunks in the lockup, hookers who haven't washed recently, whatever that nasty stuff is that Ed Greene is eating... okay, not being able to smell would be no fun, but it would have its advantages.
TASTE: strawberries, white chocolate, strong coffee when I get up, my man before that. I'd like to keep this one, please.
TOUCH: okay, why when it says "senses" does my mind just zoom in on my husband? Okay, other things I touch: when my sons kiss me goodbye in the morning, that cat winding around my ankles, my husband's... forget it!
HEARING: my sons are laughing in the next room as their father kisses my hair and whispers lovely things that you can believe I'm not going to tell you. This is the first one that might keep me from doing my job: if I couldn't hear what a suspect was saying and how he said it, or how my officers are trying to wiggle on something, that would be a problem.
SIGHT: I don't know where ADA (not Southerlyn; the Americans with Disabilities Act) would come down on it, but I don't think I could do what I do if I were blind. You have to be able to see the evidence, to see the perps and know what they're trying to pull. On top of that, there is way too much joy involved in seeing my boys smile when they show me their report cards, or when their Daddy....
You know, I think I'm going to give this one up and go enjoy this new awareness of my senses. Talk to you in the morning.