Little of this, and that

It's been an interesting spring so far.

I noticed that my vision was suddenly not so great, so I made an appointment with a local opthamalogist.  I usually go to Albany, but I thought maybe it would be a treat not to have to drive so far.

I saw her, and she said I had a secondary cataract, and that laser treatment would fix it, basically clean up the foggy lens.

So I agreed, and 2 weeks later, (end of March) I had it done.

Since them I have this gob of goo in my eye.   It feels like that, and it looks like that.

When I went back for my 2 week recheck, I told her about it, and she said it was just debris, and it would go away.  No worries.

Finally after 6 weeks, I decided to get another opinion.  

So I went back to my original opthamalogist in Albany.

He identified the problem in about 10 seconds.   I have a piece of scar tissue that is "tethered", and every time I blink, it flicks across my vision like a white blob.

To say that it's annoying does not really cover it.

Anyway, I'm having my original doctor take care of it ....laser surgery Tuesday.

I can't wait.

In other news, I am weaving, though not as much.  My body seems to tell me after a while, that it's time to do something else.  So I listen.  I don't like it.  But I listen.

I spend so much time at the loom every morning, then reluctantly move on to something else.

I am also winding warps for future projects, I do them in increments, at my body's request; to date I think I have 6 ahead, kind of a nice feeling to have them all wound and ready for me.

Two days ago, I was in the  front bedroom which I use for yarn storage, and it's also my

winding station.   I reached up to pull the chain to turn the fan on.

When I did, the globe covering the light crashed down and landed on my 3rd and 4th toes left foot.  I screamed.  It hurt soooooooo bad.

The globe was large, and very heavy.  I am just so lucky it did not hit me in the head.

My toes are huge, and purply/black, and very painful.

I am hobbling around, and other than sandals, I can only go barefoot. 

I am currently taking my leisure on the screen porch, with the NY Times crossword, and a new book.

I try very hard to "stay in the day", and just do the best I can in this day.

 What a way to get slowed down.

I have also been reading a couple of my mother's diaries.  She wrote in one almost every day for over 30 years.

Some of her musings are  good lessons for anyone; especially the ones in which she felt very sorry for herself, or she perceived that if someone wasn't in constant communication that she wasn't valued.   She tended to imagine slights, where none were intended.  

As I get older, and I'm living alone, not excactly close in proximity to my children, I find it would be very easy to slip into that same thinking.

She reminded me today, that my life is mine, and eveyone else has their own.

You make the best of the one you have, and you don't depend on family or friends to give meaning to it.

I hope that doesn't sound maudlin, but I think it's true.

Yard chores are daunting this time of year, when everything is getting green at once.

I have a list on the kitchen counter, and I cross them off one at a time.

I tell myself that old line, " How do you eat an elephant?  one bite at a time."

That's how I live my life these days.

And grateful I am to do it.