It’s Friday morning and I’m sitting in the Ophthalmologist’s examining chair as he looms over me shining a light in the right, then the left, eye. I’ve been seeing him for many years now. Dr. X is a teeny bit eccentric, to be honest, but I like him, and I get a real kick out of his monologues. I don’t know how he does it, but he manages to keep up a running stream of chatter during the entire length of the exam -- about his life, his ex-wife, his children and anything that pops into his head. I interrupt only occasionally to pose a question, but, basically, I just sit back and let him ramble on.
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Thursday, January 8, 2015
How beautiful it is outside today. My bedroom window makes a pale blue frame around a winter wonderland -- a light dusting on the trees, a white coating on the lake. Everything sparkles in the noonday sun. It’s been snowing for two days; the first snowfall of winter is always the prettiest of the season. It’s the perfect time to wish all of you, my dear readers, a healthy, happy and prosperous 2015.
The Christmas holidays came and went in a blur of activity. The gift list gets smaller and smaller every year, which is a blessing and a sorrow. The children in my life are no longer children; gift certificates have replaced snow globes with dancing ballerinas. Loved ones lost to me are remembered with sweet sadness. It gets harder and harder to find interesting and clever gifts for friends and family, but I still do my best and so do they. In fact, I got a terrific gift (i.e., clever, interesting and practical) from my sister-in-law, Sandy.