Optical nerve still in overdrive mode
What colour is it? White, again. Can’t see to the edge of the property right now, which is one more reason to stay at home. The neighbours just got home from a family trip, and picked up their fur baby, wo seems indifferent to whether he stays or goes. I guess that means we are now part of his family.
We’re in a dead zone, as far as getting news goes. I mean, I can follow social media, but even the kids have discounted us as deserving of idle chatter about impending war and peace. All I can do now is wait for summer. And so I shall. Endowed with patience, I am. Do I even go outside? Only when the dog requires untangling. I can watch the world that is pertinent from my windows (whiteout discounted). And brief trips outside can be handled with boots, not much else. Forget that mitts and tuque business. Any danger of frostbite has been mitigated.
I’m still trying to reset video on the laptop. Kill the overpowering whiteness, which has nothing to do with the snowfall. Sometime after midnight, my optical nerve settles down, and I can read a bit more. If it wasn’t for the iPad, I’d be hopelessly helpless. I can’t imagine life from the good old days, when I had to read the details from dozens of monitors. Retirement came at the right moment. About time to pull a book from the shelf and see if I can go old school. Don’t particularly want to get into audio books, until I’m forced.
And that’s about it, for another day. My wordcount is an estimate, and good enough for the number of page views I receive. Need more? Call me, and pretend that you aren’t checking on my matest Amazon order.
