The deep brown See

Actually, my eyes aren’t brown. Closer examination makes them muddy hazel. Or maybe by the time one develops cataracts, the pigment has less intensity. I’ll ask the opthalmologist on Wednesday. If he’s in a good mood. I’ve seen him twice before for the left eye. On the first visit, he must have been having a bad day. A low chair-side manner rating. Gruff, as though he couldn’t be bothered. I thought about switching doctors, but he had my chart and considerable experience. The left eye did turn out terrific. And we had no plans to socialize.

He did tell me the right eye needed work, too. Until the left eye healed (rapidly), I was skeptical. But, yes, with one eye perfect, the haziness in the right became obvious. It’s amazing I had been able to do as much reading and detail work as I had. And I have never worn eyeglasses. Readers, sure. And the thing about the readers is once you put them down, they’re damn hard to find.

Speaking of which, I’ll get to that. Brian Goggin is having his monthly Sculpture Studio event tomorrow. Always fun to anticipate. I decided to wear a golden Chinese jacket with mandarin collar. I had trimmed the sleeve cuffs with fur that looks like sable – not sure what it is. It is soft and looks great. I reached in its pocket and guess what? Reading glasses. I also found a Chinese fortune cookie, which indicates the last time I wore the jacket was to a Chinese restaurant. Naturally, I opened it. It reads, “Rarely do great beauty and virtue dwell together as they do in you”. Flattering and coincidental since I’m on the ‘beauty/truth beat for a theme. I wonder what it is like to be the person composing fortune cookies? Whatever they write, it must contain a complimentary statement that the recipient agrees with. I won’t consider AI.

A magnitude of people are jazzed up for the World Cup in Santa Clara. I am so not a sports fan, I had to ask which sport this was? Soccer! Or football. There used to be a soccer field in the park where I walked Winston. It was very active on Saturdays and fun to watch – allowing Winston plenty of sniff time. So nimble and fast!

On an average night, I settle in with Netflix. My game with each movie is to guess how it ends. Most all movies have a happy ending, but who and how ends up happiest? Tonight it was “The Family that Preys”. I love Kathy Bates. I didn’t want her to die. Without spoiling, the ones that deserve justice get it. I wish that were 100% the case in real life. Life is a work in progress, emphasis on ‘progress’.