Still subject to pointy eye pokes
I’m starting to figure out just how much wiggle room is allowed before someone is declared late for an appointment, locally. Today, we came in after the scheduled time, by about seven minutes and nary a frown was directed. I guess people accept that travel in snow season takes whatever time it takes.
Anyhow, I was there for a cursory inspection, and my results were positive. The only moment that should have given pause was when the surgeon reached into a drawer and pulled out some really sharp tweezers (sterile, of course). He’d spotted a loose thread on/in my eyeball, so without further ado, he pulled it. My head didn’t unravel. I’ve had better than a decade of pointy objects being stuck in my eyeballs, and I took it as part of the standard procedure. I mean, we can’t actually feel any pain on an eyeball.
And with that, some updating of my files and a promise to return in about a week, we were off to enjoy the sunshine in the big city. Or go to a bookstore. Now, I can’t afford any more bound books, but it is fun to see what other people might buy. I returned to the car, in case the dog had any questions, and feigned sleep for another half hour or so.
High on our list, today: a shopping list. Groceries, at a market with more variety than we normally score at our local shops. So many ways to package vegetable crisps, for example. I showed great restraint and came home with only a few bags of provisions.
I did meet up with a classmate from my first year in university. I recognized him, immediately. The converse was not true, but I blame it on my new ability to get around without my glasses, and the absence of a large camera and flash.
