Wednesday, April 9, 2025      

     I made the eye appointment on line. The choice of doctors is the glamorous blood woman in red high heels or the dark haired nerdy woman in tennis shoes. I end up with the blond lady. I drive around the parking lot twice looking for the right office. Finally, a stranger helps me find the office.

     The front door is heavy and difficult to push.  Inside I realize I need to return to my car for my insurance cards. I am using my cane and have difficulty walking. I am the only customer. I sign multiple papers and sit in the too warm waiting room.  The sun shines through the huge windows.

     An older man hammers on the wall. He is helping his daughter, the doctor.  He is talkative, a retired fertilizer salesman who worked 45 years in the Midwest.  He tells me the history of the wall display cabinets   I tell him about their problem front door and the lack of signage in the parking lot.

    The actual eye exam is OK. I need a new prescription. My eyes look healthy. I am not sure why I want to complain about this office. Maybe because she argues it is my fault that I couldn’t find their office and the front door is difficult to open.  Maybe it is my fault. My new glasses will arrive in three weeks.

 

Tuesday, April 8, 2025

     I check the internet news each morning. What new disaster today? This morning, nothing significant yet.  I am disappointed. And relieved.  Maybe the journalists are tired and sleeping in this morning. My body is tense and waiting for the danger.

     Monday is a multi nap day. And a day of not reading. I cancel the physical Therapy appointment. I have to listen to my body. And I wonder if I am faking this fatigue.  Tuesday I wake up alive and ready to continue.

     Military airplanes fly low over my house in the morning. Loud and intrusive. I take out the garbage bins to the street. I wash dishes, start laundry and lay down on the couch for another nap.

     We watch Rachel Maddow. She reports on the massive protests across the county this weekend. Heartening to see we are united in fighting Trump and Musk.  Oh yes, so where is Musk now? Has he disappeared? Are the journalists tired of him or maybe lost him?

 

Monday, April 7, 2025

     Overcast cool morning. Turn on heater. Wild geraniums outside my bedroom window are beginning to bloom. From a single snip of a plant years ago, they have grown and spread over the side yard. Two months of purple flowers every spring. These ignored plants have found their way to dominance.

     My baker friend brought me fresh baked bread. She experiments with a variety of wheats and grains. We are dependent on her good baking skills.

     Week two in the four week chemo recovery cycle. Sunday is a two nap day and hours of playing solitaire on the computer. Achy body and dim mind. Today is physical therapy and two more naps and maybe starting a new book to read.

     I watch some more of RECIPES FOR LOVE AND MURDER. This South African series is sweet enough for my tired brain.