I finally got some new eyeglasses, as seen in the photo above.
I got the prescription in January, but held off getting new spectacles because I find the whole process of choosing them and paying for them and adjusting to them to beFRAUGHT WITH PERIL.
[Yes, I capitalized those words because I’m shouting them.]
However, now that I’ve had these spectacles for a few weeks, I can say IN ALL HONESTY that these are the best eyeglasses I’ve ever had. And that’s saying something considering I’ve worn eyeglasses since I was 5 years old.
What I like about these spectacles, beyond the obvious fact that I am seeing details now, is that they are lightweight but sturdy.
This is new for me.
My last pair of eyeglasses were also rimless, but they were kind of weak and wonky. Taking them off, say to read a magazine whilst drinking a glass of wine,WASN’T EASY TO DO. The bows of those spectacles would bend and fight me as I removed them from my face.
Annoying little wobbly buggers, actually.
[Wordsmith Alert: please note that I just spontaneously wrote a phrase using five words that each contain double letters. Be in awe.]
However, this new pair of spectacles is cooperative, and stylish, and has a coating on the lenses so there’s less glare. Meaning THERE’S MORE CLARITY. And you know I like to see things clearly.
Especially when it comes to pouring myself another glass of wine. Wouldn’t want to spill any of it, now would I?
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QUESTION OF THE DAY
What is your summer state of mind? I’d love to know. Tell all in the comments below.
The following experience is not how I do things, but there’s an odd sweetness & humor to this story. Plus, you can’t take things like this personally. You gotta laugh.
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I got an email from someone, let’s call her Pebbles, who I last heard from when I was in my 20s.
Pebbles had gotten my email address from someone on FB who knew where I was. I’m not on FB, but Pebbles was looking for me because, as she explained in her email, she wanted to re-connect with me.
To be my friend again.
Pebbles’s email was filled to the brim with newsy tidbits about her blessed life as the wife of a successful businessman and her role as a granny of a parcel of fabulous little ones and her passion, which was either going to the beach or playing golf.
I can’t remember which.
Surprised, but happy to engage, I replied to Pebbles’s email asking a few questions about that which she had told me and sharing a few details about what was going in our lives now.
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The other day I got a reply to my reply to Pebbles’s email.
In it she answered my questions about her life and commented on my life. Like a friend might do, right?
But here’s the thing that makes this communication exchange odd– and like none other that I have had.
Pebbles replied back to me, using the email that she’d initially sent to me and I’d replied back to her on; that’s normal enough. HOWEVER, her response came five years after I wrote back to her.
Yes, I said years.
Not five months. Not five weeks. Not five days. Not five hours.
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Knowing me as you do, my gentle readers, you can imagine that my inner Nancy Drew is curious.
Questions abound: where the frostbite has Pebbles been for five years? Do I want to know?
And why did she keep my response email for five years? If she wanted to get back in touch again, why didn’t she start a new email to me– like, you know, people do?
And what prompted her to think of me to begin with? I’d really like to know the answer to that question.
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So here’s my plan.
I’ll follow Pebbles’s lead and reply back to her recent email… in five years. I’ll ask the above questions.
Then when she responds back to me, presumably in another five years, I’ll tell you what she says in answer to the above questions. In fact, you, my gentle readers, will be the first to know after me.
Because I have no doubt that ten years hence we’ll all still be here reading and commenting on each other’s blogs. We bloggers are a reliable group of people who tend to live in the moment. We like to keep things current.
As predicted we have snow here this morning. There’s about 3-4″ on the ground at the moment, but it’s still coming down– half-heartedly, but it’s still snowing.
The schools are closed, less because of the snowfall, more because of the icy road conditions. I’d planned to venture out to Kroger this morning, but I looked in our freezer + pantry, and have decided that I have the makings for Thai Chicken Curry, so that’s what’s going to be for dinner.
Safer to stay in, you know?
I’ve cooked more this month. The most interesting dishes I’ve made so far are Split Pea & Ham Soup + African-style Beef Stew. I like anything that combines a bunch of ingredients, allows them to get to know each other in a pot, and then provides us with leftovers.
Like the current weather conditions.
[What a card! She must be from St. Louis. Very old joke, that one.]
In other news, I’m not doing the A To Z Challenge this year. However, a few bloggers who I follow are doing it. I made a list of these intrepid folks who’ll be writing almost daily in April.
The list is at the end of this post should you like to follow them, too. And perhaps proffer a few comments on their blogs to show your support. Just ‘cuz that’s what friendly bloggers do.
So with that observation and/or challenge, depending on your point of view, I’m going to go start some laundry, curl up with a book, and have a winter-like day, on the first full day of spring.
What’s up with you today, my gentle readers? Tell me in the comments below and I’ll live vicariously through you.
Oh, also– if I’ve left anyone off my A To Z Challenge List let me know in the comments and I’ll add you to the list.
Welp, this is embarrassing, but I don’t have anything in particular to write about this week. I post at least once a week, that’s the deal I made with myself when I started blogging.
I told myself that I’d show up here weekly because I know me, and I’m a slacker. I could easily disappear for weeks on end, but because I set a specific goal and promised myself that I’d be here, I. Be. Here.
That’s what I said.
So today instead of starting a conversation about something that has happened OR sharing a bit of research OR posting a random list of links, I made the following poll– which fulfills my self-imposed blogging goal as stated above.
[Also if you, my gentle readers, look closely at the poll you’ll see that one of the ideas pertains to what I’m saying I said above.]
The ideas in this poll come from a framed piece of art that I bought at T.J. Maxx. I’ve no official source for these 7 ideas, but I like them and have adopted them as my own sorta kinda rules of life.
I think the above is proof positive that I was destined to be a blogger.
Sure, some people might only see a short story + crayon drawing created by an 8 [?] year old kid. A homework assignment. On Manila paper. Written with a pencil. Demonstrating Zaner-Bloser penmanship.
But I see a future personal blogger. Did I not tell you what we did? Did I not share an image that supported what I wrote? Did I not make the whole page look pretty?
Why “yes” Ally Bean, you did do those things at age 8. Those things that today, getting to the crux of it here, might tempt one to ask:
ARE THOSE NOT THE THREE BASIC PRINCIPLES OF GOOD PERSONAL BLOGGING?
Why “yes” they are, Ally Bean. And to think you only had to wait about gazillion decades for your natural blogging talent to manifest and be appreciated by tens of people.
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A stack of books:
I went to the bookstore. A real one. Brick and mortar.
I bought books that I’d either heard about from other people, or looked interesting to me in the moment. In the end, after putting some books back on the shelf, I bought the ones shown above, described below.
It was only after I got home and created this stack of TBR books that I realized two of the titles referred to dirt. This seems appropriate considering that we’re heading into Spring when gardening season begins and bulbs bloom– as explained in my homework assignment seen at the top of this post.
And on that happy note, I’m going to enjoy my day as a full-fledged blogger [whatever that means] and as a bookworm who needs to get reading.
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~QUESTION OF THE DAY~
Please answer one of the two following questions. Individuals who answer both questions will receive a gold star.
When did you realize that you were destined to be a blogger?
What books are loitering in your To Be Read stack?
I’ve been in a deciding frame of mind this month. Must get rid of a past that doesn’t serve me.
A past that in many cases is not mine, but I reluctantly accepted and boxed up when elderly relatives passed on, storing their stuff in my closets, I did.
Now, I want empty closets, the feeling of lightness.
Been going through dusty boxes of old family photos and documents and letters. Pamphlets and newspaper articles.
Does this make me feel more alive?
I shred the photos and docs and letters that don’t call to me, and save those that might… might… might… someday find their way into…
a blog post?
an article or essay?
a memoir, perhaps, even?
But as for the family memorabilia, it’s a different kind of past. Remembered with objects, things of history.
Personal cookbooks; and 1940s slides [with a projector]; and handwritten family stories; and a diary; and a daguerreotype;and [of all things] a Civil War soldier’s personal mirror with carved initials.
What shall I decide about these objects, I wonder.
Does this make me feel more alive?
Difficult for me, an adult orphan, to know what to do with these things that held memories for someone who is long gone. Someone who I may never have met.
I intend to make peace with these objects, sending them on their way…
to history museums or libraries?
to antique malls?
to the dump?
I’ve been a good relative, respectful, but now I’m ready to have more space, both literal and figurative, in my life. Must get rid of a past that doesn’t serve me.