Weather or Not

Today is my grandson's fifth birthday party. It is being held at an amusement park. The weather, as of now, looks bad. It is cold and damp. We will know at 10am whether or not the party will go on or be postponed for a few weeks. I hope it clears up fast.

Yes or No

Children and the elderly have a lot in common. I am finding that dealing with my parents is like nurturing children. Children cannot be asked a question that could be answered with a yes or no response. If you ask them if they had a good day at school, they will say yes or no. If you ask them what they did at school, they are forced to embellish. This morning I spoke to my parents and asked if they needed anything at the supermarket since I will be going to see them on Sunday. They both said no. I knew that they need extra fill ins. I changed my strategy. I asked specifics. Do you need tomatoes? Yes. Do you need eggs? Yes. Do you need bread? Get a rye bread. Do you need cheese? Get 1/4 lb Boars Head Swiss. Do you need fruit? Get 2 boxes of blueberries. You now get the picture. I have a one page list of things they "did not need".

Halfway There

Yesterday I had one eye fixed with a laser. After 30 seconds, my reading vision returned. I had not seen anything close for weeks. I felt like a child seeing something for the first time...again. My fingers looked clear and so did the keyboard. I had never noticed that the time on my cell phone was white letters outlined in black. Certain nuances that I took for granted, reappeared. Just knowing that by next Wednesday I will have my normal vision makes me so happy. Now I am counting down the days.

Partial Restoration

I am sitting here very anxious. In about one hour I will leave my house and go to the surgical center to have my left eye lasered. I am hoping to have my vision restored. Next week the procedures will be done and I should be on full speed. My heart is pounding and my stomach is aching. Years ago there was an expression, "sitting on sphlikas". That is what I am doing until I go.

V Minus One

One more day until I begin to get my vision back. When things go well you take them for granted. I never realized how important my eyesight was until it began to fade away. Tomorrow one eye will be fixed and then next Wednesday, the other eye. I am counting down the seconds.

Expectations

As each day goes by, I realize that the expectations I have for other people will never become reality. I have a certain way of thinking and have spent years fooling myself into thinking that other people thought the same way. Each time that I was disappointed, I felt terrible. I am now at the stage that I just expect to be disappointed. I am now moving on to the reality that I need to change my ways as I can no longer live up to my standard if I will only be disappointed by other's.

The Old Room

Last night we had a Sedar at my brother-in law's home. As usual, my sister-in-law did a superb job cooking the meal. My younger son and his family were also there. My brother-in-law has a phenomenal collection of antiques and memorabilia. There is more history in his "museum" than you can find in a history book. He is the curator of a wealth of Americana. My five year old grandson walked into the room and looked around. He was allowed to ring a large bell which made him excited. He recognized what certain items were. Later on in the evening, he asked me, "Why does Uncle Larry have so many old things in the room". I answered that he like to collect things. We all joked that the room was now going to be referred to as "The Old Room". After my grandson left for the evening we all sat around laughing at what he said. My sister-in-law then brought up a good question. How did my grandson know that the things were "old"? He had never seen them before, so at the very least, they were new to him. They could possibly have even been different, but why did he choose to say "old". What was the variable in his mind that differentiated old from new? We could not come up with the answer. Only he knows.