The Day Dougie Saw the Sound

“Lord t’underin’ Jesus, Mary, you gotta come look at the screen!” I was sat there at the kitchen table, lookin’ at a manual for the new chainsaw like it was written in ancient Greek. I’m tellin’ ya, my brain was thick as a pot of day-old jiggs dinner. I could read the words, sure, but they weren’t sinkin’ in. It was just black squiggles on a page, and I was about two minutes away from usin’ the manual for kindlin’.

Then, I hits the little “Play” button on this new-fangled webpage.

Suddenly, the computer starts talkin’ to me—smooth as a seal’s back! But the best part? It was highlightin’ the words as it went. I wasn’t just lookin’, I was listenin’! It was like me brain finally had both oars in the water.

Before, I was readin’ “Adjust the carburetor” and thinkin’ about what I wanted for tea. But when I heard it and saw it at the same time? Whack! It stuck right in there.

I says to Mary, “My son, it’s like havin’ a tutor in the room, without havin’ to boil the kettle for ’em!” I learned more in five minutes than I did in three hours of squintin’.

Turns out, I’m not thick at all—I just needed the words to have a bit of a chat with me eyes. If you’re strugglin’ to make sense of a page, just press play. It’s easier than findin’ a blueberry on a barrens in August!