The boughs unbowed
The house showing have become particularly invasive this week, leading us to feel like a nomadic tribe under close scrutiny by anthropologists who really don’t understand us at all. We spent most of yesterday afternoon wandering around, having been kicked out of our house with no notice whatsoever by people who long overstayed their appointments. Probably a good sign, but aggravating nonetheless.
On the plus side, spring seems to have arrived, at least temporarily, so we were able to do some of our wandering outside. The sand hill cranes are flying over by the hundreds, wheeling low enough for us to make out the red markings on their heads. The robins are back at last. And crocuses are up and blooming a full month earlier than last year.
I spent yesterday morning at the eye doctor, as the squinting at both things close and things far has become problematic. It was a good thing I went because a), “your corneas look like they’ve been sandpapered,” said the eye doctor; and b) my prescription had taken a huge turn for the worst. After sitting at -3.25 for 20 years, I am suddenly -4.25. I blame the editing. And with that, I have crossed the line into the land of bifocals. I am feeling ancient. But I look forward to being able to see again sometime in the near future. For now, I’ve been taken off contact lenses for a couple of weeks and am stuck with my old glasses until the new ones arrive.
Today I am hoping things will be a little quieter on the home front. I am hoping to get caught up with bills and taxes and to spend some time outside where it will be, if the forecast is to be believed, a stunning 70 degrees. And while I’m not overjoyed at losing an hour today, I am looking forward to being able to take a walk after dinner without being hemmed in by darkness.