MIRACULOUS MAY (May 13)

 AMAZING! Mixed blessing and curse as I can see the proverbial head of a pin and also all the dirt and dust that has been accumulating in my living quarters. Color is outstanding rather like a kaleidoscope that overwhelms the senses, an artist's dream. Countered by the shock of seeing oneself in full 72-year-old glory; guess there is a reason our eyes dim as we age. I'm thinking of naming some of the newly discovered wrinklies. Also, the color of a certain bodily elimination function indicates I should be drinking more water-so health bonus! Suddenly I am reading street signs like a kid again and small print from 20 feet away. All of which is needed as road crews in E Lansing are systematically closing down access to the medical center. We have attempted three different routes as detours to nowhere, missing pavement and general befuddlement ensue. We got in through a restaurant parking lot on the last trip. Further there is only one narrow in and out patch of road to the medical complex left open making people with compromised vision a real menace. 

White brilliance even on a cloudy day when the old reality was a certain yellowish tinge coupled with the illusion of dust in the air. Which you don't realize until your eyesight is corrected! The red maple leaves that actually show a touch of silver when struck by the morning sun (who knew?). Truly miraculous surgery. That's only one eye and the effect was fantastic. I hope I never take my new view of life for granted, but I probably will. Though I wonder what happens when the second eye gets its wake-up lens this week. But, alas, I am still not able to play the banjo (see last week's note).

They give you a little happy juice intravenously to take the edge off which led to my joshing with the surgeon and staff throughout the procedure. We were trying to come up with a super-hero name for the Doctor besides "Superman" (his contribution). I had named one of his colleagues Ned Flanders (Simpsons) and he knew exactly who I meant so that led to his wanting an alter-ego. Hawkeye, probably.

DRIVING AGAIN No restrictions on driving with my super eye which led me to another observation. When I am behind someone, they go less than the speed limit. Not earth-shattering, but annoying. However, when I set the cruise at the speed limit (or a little over as I have an abhorrence of earning speeding tickets) someone will inevitably be attempting to ride in my trunk. Go figure. Funny how distracted driving has no impact on speed, though the ones that go too slow while texting are preferable to the ones speeding under the same circumstances. 

PODCAST WOES My last podcast before a three-month break, as I have enough saved to get through the summer, was one of the hardest. As he was someone eager to be a participant after listening to my other offerings, I guess I should have believed him when he said he was more of a writer than a talker. Could have fooled me with all our encounters and the videos he produces for his business. I guess nerves get the best of us. Thankfully, not my first rodeo so I was scribbling down follow-up questions during his one and two sentence answers. I was lucky to get 20 minutes of material when I often have to break in after 30+ on most speakers. They usually rise to the bait as I skillfully and professionally stroke their expertise juices and get them to open up. Wasn't working.

TOTALLY UNEXPECTED TOPIC Just learned some interesting news from cicada world. You know the billions and billions and billions of noisy little varmints crawling out of their underground dens to procreate. Apparently, they are being infected with a fungus which causes their "naughty bits" to fall off. However, the fungus also ramps up their desperate need to "hook up" even without any parts with which to do so with both female and male cicadas (thus spreading the fungus). So essentially, we are being invaded by zombie cicadas so to speak, hopped up on sexy cicada pheromones. Sounds like a bad movie plot or RFK's bad brain-eating worm infestation presidential campaign. The fact that RFK admits the worm brain eating thingee makes one wonder if he is under the control of his infestation. Can the presidential race get any weirder?

Odd to have all this free time though my constant noticing of something that has to be cleaned has kept me a little busier than usual (curse you new lens). Plus, that stupid tree frog has taken up residence on  top of my front screen door requiring one to duck every time it's opened. Apparently, his favorite food bugs like to hover there as well.  Peace out....💚  💙💛

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO MOTHERS OF MANY SEASONS