Still has all the knobby bits
The unexpected snow storm, yesterday, affected me more than I expected. Yes, the meringue on top has already started to fade, but the arrival of our plow guy, this morning underlined the reality. We had been out of the snow, as such, for a full month. Enough for me to start hoping for warmer times. I had ignored the idea of heading away from winter, because there really was no need. Now, I’m unsure.
Ahd It comes back to something my (best) eye surgeon had told me, in 2-ought-5. My new reality was that I had a chronic condit ion. I had nodded, knowingly, with knowing. From this point on, things are going to be tougher. A bit too related to getting old, maybe. I will have to adjust. Nothing simple like “turn on a light” will suffice.
I received my appointment for an assessment interview with the CNIB. Got my referral, yeterday. And my appintment, this afternoon. For tomorrow. Things move quickly, when one can’t see the forest, or the trees. I feel well adjusted to my life at home, but others are pointing out, vehemently, that there is more to life than my coffee machine and favourite couch. Who knew?
I’ve been a proponent of an independent life; now I have to ask for help with simple tasks, and accept that some skills will never be needed agap,. Don’t ask me to upgrade your hard drive, when I can’t even figure out how to open the box. All part of my past. And I realize that I have it easier, compared to others. No death, or destruction.
Downstairs, I have a beautiful bicycle. Hardly used .And going forward, I won’t be heading off to tour the world. Thie bike will settle in as stationary, and eventually it will go to one of the kids. Hardly worn; look, the tires still have those knobby bits along the edges. Like me. “I am old, but I’m happy”.
