Less than great news
In health, we don’t always get the news we want. Today, after checking the state of my vision, he admitted that things might not recover to the point I had hoped. I am not blind, but there are things that I may never do again.
Driving a car: not something that I did often, or very well. However, I liked the potential of even a short trip. Down to get milk, as an example. Right now, I wouldn’t want to take that chance. Maybe, in the summer, on a bicycle. Not at the wheel of the family sedan, or (God forbid) in a huge RV. Safety when you don’t see far enough ahead is a false premise.
Wandering around, outside, remains plausible. If I bang into a tree, the only one hurt will be me. Both physically and in terms of personal pride. No need to source a walking horn. Besides, the dog is always up for real life adventures.
I haven’t sat in with a band and read scores for a very long time. I may never do it again. My life as a solo performer will be different from the old days, that’s all. Photography is interpretive, and the auto-focus system will compensate for much. I’ll explain to anyone that questions my composition that this was what I wanted. What I saw, if you will. The other visual arts were hardly part of my practice.
Going forward, I might be best known for the noises I make. All instruments confounded. Did you ever hear me sing? Prepare yourself.
Of course, my greatest super power may be gone. Sixty years of reading did not permit me to read all that I wanted. Right now, I’m adapting. Apparently technology can read aloud, now. That will require good headphones, for the sanity of others. We shall see (sic).
