I don't often blog in future tense, but I'm doing it tonight. Partly because I have some stuff to say, partly because I'm going to be busy in the morning, partly because I suspect I'll have trouble sleeping tonight and I'm trying to ensure I'm really tired before I try. So it's Sunday night, but I'm going to delay posting until Monday morning, because that? is how I roll. For now, anyway.
Today ended up being a pretty good day. I didn't get much done around the house, but it's cool because I'm off tomorrow. I'm taking the girl up to Seaford to work at oh-dark-thirty (for her, it's really well past wake up time for me), but besides that I have, like, no plans. So in theory, I should be able to get the bathrooms cleaned and the floors mopped. And maybe work on the yard, except I think it's going to be as bitterly cold tomorrow as it was today and I'm not about to risk my tender skin outside in the cold. Not even a little bit!
Back to today. I putzed around on the computer for a while and headed over to the BBE's around lunchtime. I helped him bottle some homemade lemonade tea, which came out AMAZINGLY good. I washed a load of towels for him and talked to his girls a bit. We got a little bit of time alone together when we went to run errands and I confessed to him my new big fear that's been squirreling around in my head for weeks now - I think I'm going blind. (I'm not)
I've worn glasses since second grade. I've worn bifocals (not now), had prisms to correct double vision, had lenses that were thicker than the bottoms of glass coke bottles. There was a period of time when my eyes were getting worse so quickly that I was trying to train myself to be a blind person, because I was absolutely convinced that I was going to go all the way blind. But the worsening slowed and for the better part of the past ten years there has been little change in my vision. Until recently.
I've noticed that my eyes ache and water a lot. It's hard to change focus from a book to a person talking to me, or from a monitor to something across the room. Sometimes it takes so long for my eyes to focus that I miss things. They just get lost in the blur as my eyes adjust. It takes longer in the mornings for me to be able to really see things. I can no longer read in bed - I used to be able to do that without glasses and now, not so much. I have to hold books out then close then out then close until I find a sweet spot where the words are words and not squiggly lines. I've said things here and there to Mr. Man about it, and I've told him that my greatest childhood fear was going blind. I never laid out to him how scared I am now.
Thankfully he's just the right kind of guy for a girl like me. He said he'd work on his reading aloud skills, and do some research, and suggested some exercises he'd heard of at some point that might help. He said that he'll still love me if I'm blind, which is probably the very best thing he could say to me. Smart man, isn't he?
Then I came home and did a little research on my own and found out that what my eyes are doing is perfectly normal for people over 40 (I'm 42) and for people who work with computers (I not only work with them, I spend a lot of my non-work time on them, too - I'd say 10-12 hours on a normal day is spent in front of a computer monitor). And I found some exercises I can do to help it some - almost exactly what Mr. Man suggested. It's so nice, and really still a little odd to me, to be dating a smart person. :)
So it's bitterly cold and I need to try to slow my roll when it comes to screen time. To that end, I decided to cast on a nicely bulky hat. I'm using stash (as always) - some soft brown acrylic and a beige-ish wool, held together on size 1 dpns. I don't know what the either of them were originally - their bands are long since gone - but they'll be a nice, warm hat before I know it. A hat long enough to keep my geeky ears warm. Looking at knitting should help, right?
And then there's Mommom's quilt. I finished the basting and picked up some tee-tiny needles and a hoop, and started the actual quilting. By hand. Which, by my best estimate, should take me until approximately this time next year to finish. Seems a shame to do all that work for something I won't get to use because it won't be done until after the end of the world, doesn't it?
Heard this on the radio on my way home from Mr. Man's. I'd forgotten how much I love Mr. Denver. He's awesome, and this song says exactly what I wish I could say to that wonderful man I have the privilege of loving.
Image from Artilim
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