Two Cents
Back in the day, which is a weird way to say, when I was younger, I worked for the Houston Chronicle. I was still in high school. None of this matters. I only bring it up because at that point the Chronicle was an afternoon paper. Talk about a relic of the past. I guess we should have known something was up with newspapers when afternoon papers began disappearing. Back to the task. I’m returning to my roots by writing today’s blog in the afternoon. You can read it over dinner.
I have a good excuse for failing to deliver this morning. I went to get a cataract repaired. It’s done. They dug around in my right eye and I have only the foggiest memory of what they did. I saw lots of colors and I think I even cracked wise a couple of times. I got home, slept the sleep of the dead in my easy chair, and now I’m knocking around with the curtains drawn and the stereo blazing. There were no constraints on screen time except to say, stop if it hurts. So far, so good. I have a follow-up appointment in the morning to check things out.
Yesterday I knocked out all my yard work, which should hold me until I’m back in the mower business. I also bought some Talavera to go on the trellis for the Morning Glory. I would gleefully decorate my entire house with Talavera, but I also subscribe to the design theory that less is more, so I try to find a tasteful piece or two and put it where it might make a nice discovery if you’re wandering around my garden. I believe I have done that with a small butterfly and a lizard. Anyway, that’s it for today. I’ll be back tomorrow morning with more wordy goodness.
John W. Wilson is the author of The Long Goodbye: A Caregiver's Tale