Importance's in Postcards 4
- Oct. 15, 2015, 1:11 p.m.
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- Just as I was leaving work, I saw a wad of official cars across the street around two vehicles I know. Then a tow truck pulled in….and I was appalled. For I knew the lady who lived in the van and trailer. She swam at the Y until something broke down on her truck or trailer…I think it was the trailer axle. She couldn’t afford to fix it. She wouldn’t move in to senior housing where they base the rent on your income either. As they pulled away, she came rushing down the street with groceries in a cart. They rounded the corner before she caught up, and she doubled over in abject misery right there in the center of the street. I tried to catch up to her, but she vanished.
- Eyes: They have been getting blurrier. I knew I had an appointment with my Ophthalmologist, so I put off my worrying. Successfully. The signs of glaucoma aren’t there. I have a higher pressure, hypertension, in both eyes, but because the eyes are thickened, the pressure is really lower and within the norm. He ran four tests, and one said that my cataracts were now at the time to discuss surgery. My vision is at the limit for the DMV, and I assured him that I drove to only a few places close to home. We will see how it goes in 6 months, and evaluate if new lenses will make a difference. The conservative approach first.
- I’m off to take a nap. Perhaps the stuff he used to dilate my eyes will have worn off in an hour of snoozing. Though the rearrangement of the living room isn’t done, I am going to try out the drawing board. I’ll see if I can draw a proper murder of crows for the Bobbie Quilt. Perhaps I will call it the Crow quilt.
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