OPENING LINES I don't know why I settled on Sunday to create my weekly epistle. Sunday is my housecleaning and laundry day which necessitates running up and down stairs multiple times. Now that's a lie. I haven't been able to run up and down stairs since my hip/knee/back all took their proverbial, but very descriptive, crap. I usually cling to the handrail like a stubborn grease stain on a dress shirt; or a drunk koala to a eucalyptus branch; or a slug on a blade of wind-blown grass; or spaghetti stains on plastic...well you get the point. I am very ssslllooowww on the stairs, but I get a lot of steps in. Plus, I owe the Director of MIOSHA a draft script tomorrow for our podcast next week. Feels like I actually have a job.
Random: Must be hard for the pseudo-Christians in marmie's inner circle to pray as they must spend all their time stroking his ego 24/7. Yeesh
EYE SPY Well the OH got his second cataract surgery. He now possesses at least one eagle eye. He insisted on getting sunglasses (Foster Grant of course) and readers right away, but I keep telling him "challenge yourself", don't use crutches like that until you, well, see what you can see. Regular eye doctor this week will determine if he can read unaided or not though distance vision is great. However, for the first time since before we were married, he has naked eyes-no glasses. As full-blown hippies from the 60's when I left for home to get ready for the wedding, he sported a mustache and naked eyes. Shows up two days later with no hairy lip and GLASSES. What the h---? False advertising, but we went through with it anyway.
But then there is always some drama in life. Internet-love it or hate it-bearer of interesting facts and terrorizing info you really did not want to know. After successful surgery, according to the surgeon, OH slept most of the day with the eye patch. Next morning however, he woke up and said, "I'm seeing these flashes in the corner of the eye." Ruh-ro. One of those specific things they said should not happen and call right away if it does. Crap. I call and get a stepped up recheck time. Can you be here in 20 minutes? It's a 15-minute drive even without all the road construction and I am not even dressed for public consumption. "Of Course". I managed the hair-raising ride with only one yellow/pink stop light bypassed. He told the doctor my driving was a lot "different" now that he can see-real funny. Well, they laughed (all men).
In my few minutes waiting for a call back on a new appointment time I idly look up eye flashes after cataract surgery. "Very rare occurrence is eye flashes which could indicate a possible retinal detachment." Major crap. I decided to keep that fun news to myself-no sense both of us worrying, but it explains my running the red er er pink light. I made a similar decision years ago when my doc told me they found cancer and again thought no need both of us worrying until the biopsy. Not a smart decision as it precipitated a lecture on shared disasters. Obviously, I don't listen.
After dilation and much rooting around no retinal damage detected. Just sometimes people actually see the edge of the new lens kind of reflecting in certain light. Apparently, your brain eventually decides
"no biggie" and you don't really notice it anymore. The ride home was a bit more sedate and grandmotherly with nobody clutching their pearls this time.
Random: Wonder why they call it meno-pause. Are they thinking we just take a break and then go back when we feel productive or is that reproductive. Just call it End of Life as We Knew It. Depending upon your point of view, of course, it can be quite liberating.
SAILING AWAY Need to find a day this week to bring the pontoon back to its winter nest. Not much of an opportunity to use it. And summer even gave us extra innings. Always seemed like something needed doing back at the ranch. Even our week with JP at the lake was pretty much a washout-literally between the other boat almost sinking and hard rain for two days. Oh well we still have Halloween out there. The decorations are up, and my candy stash and Butter Shots are ready to greet our lakey friends. I'm hoping to see lots of costumes and the OH is just hoping we get less-more leftover candy. We just found out the big party is up the street at the Island House where everybody dumps their leftovers in the community bowl and parties hearty. May have to nip up there and check it out.
JP's concert was entertaining, and surprisingly those middle school boys have quite a few deeper voices in the mix. They were joined for the finale by the High School Madrigals. Not sure they were old enough to appreciate those beauteous ladies in their evening gowns as one of JP's friends said I couldn't hear myself sing as they were so loud. Oh well at some point...As they all swayed in unison singing "Circle of Life", I kept waiting for a grammar school disaster, but apparently a year or two of maturity forestalls spinning off the risers. They looked very mature with their hands at rest, their black ensembles and bright blue ties though JP had to take one lad by the shoulders very deliberately and move him into position. He also got some hoots and calls from the audience (besides us) when he came on stage. That's our boy.
Random: What do you call a ghost's favorite music? Sheet music. See how I combined music and Halloween there?
Thank you, America, for standing up for each other this week. Not a Hamas lover, anarchist, or country hating body in sight as we busily practiced our first amendment rights. Peace out/stay strong....💖 💙
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