My Daily Fog

short k

Hearing the k move from text messages, short for ok, to everyday speech, said quickly and shortly from the back of the throat. k I hear it from a real life friend in Winnipeg. 


Caregivers use it in the Rehab Hospital, predominantly women, to acknowledge they are actively listening, even if I’m mansplaining, usually OTs and PTs now having reached gender parity, hopefully also pay equity.

Yesterday  met S K in her second career as a PT in the big gymn. She had learned typesetting while she was at the Manitoban for some of the same years I was there. After ten years, as printing technologu changed, she went back to school and now working professionally as PT in the Rehab hospital.  

K Is also for Kroetsch, “The Sad Phoenician.” The letter k below is read by me. Posted as an mp3 file the audio lasts sixty seconds.

 

 

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