A dull clip-clop of Amish horses drifted through the morning mist, as well as the muffled honking of geese, winging their way toward me.
Visibility was very restricted this morning, in more ways than one, as it happens…
Our path through life is punctuated not just by signs, but by obstacles.
Here’s one of mine, currently.
When I moved over to the other desk, I thought I had solved having to deal with Toby getting in my way.
But now he’s moved over too.
Before, he could be encouraged, gently, to scoot over a bit. Now he lies down and has a nap.
No, I couldn’t possibly disturb him! Our Toby is old and frail. He seems to enjoy being close, and he must have what he needs.
The solution is to have the keyboard on my lap which works well enough. At least until Muffin decides she wants to sit there, which is her new “thing”.
Could you say “no” to those eyes?
You should hear her vocal demands!
Perhaps I am doomed to be forever a day late.
This was yesterday’s rather lovely dawn.
An early start was required. At 8 am, the long anticipated eye appointment.
The angle and the effect of the early morning sun, another sign of shifting seasons.
Crassulacea is blooming, crammed in as she is between the air conditioner, milkweed and spider’s webs.
Grant is of the opinion I should let the flower beds fade away untended, soon to be covered by snow.
He’s actually got plans for the main flower bed.
Next year, he says, we will have only authorized plants.
“None of that stuff that grows all over the place!”
Now that he’s got batteries for his weed-wacker, and the fog having lifted, the man’s off to wack some weeds…
Probably best if I let him get on with it.
It’s not as if I am going to put my feet up, with a book.
Before I do that, I have as a matter of some urgency, to order myself a new phone before my current one gives up its ghost. I noticed this morning that it has acquired a new rather alarming crack.
Then I ought to call the car repair folk, but I figure they will contact me if they want their loaner car back. The “ten day” job has already taken more than 30.
And there’s an outstanding “issue” with my primary care doctor, but I don’t want to talk to them.
They can tell me off when I next see them. I don’t much care for being treated like a small child. So e-messages will have to do there.
Back to yesterday’s eye appointment, which is where I saw these lovely Roses of Sharon.
Because my eyes have become so out of sync with each other, I had to be measured (I suppose that’s the term) for “neuro-visual medical eyewear.” It was everso complicated and included evaluating my sensitivity to sound, which is extreme.
Creating the new lenses is a highly specialized endeavour and they need to have my frames to work with. It was not suggested that I select new frames and given the already large expense of the lenses, I was prepared to surrender my current pair of glasses and revert to using the previous pair.
What’s one more obstacle, for as long as it takes?
When at the computer, I am using my old glasses. When reading, I use a pair of drug-store “readers” and when just out and about, I am finding it best not to wear glasses at all but to close one eye or the other.
So things are a tad wobbly and more out-of-focus than usual, but one should always see the bright side of any situation, right?
One could pretend to believe that the following photographs from yesterday evening are in focus…
A Red-tailed hawk came looking for dinner.
Seeking to swallow the Moon?