Yesterday evening, as I sat side-by-side with my grandson at the island in our kitchen, eating dinner, he put his seven-year-old hand on my shoulder and said, “Just two guys eating dinner.”

I had a multipart strange dream last night. I missed a flight to which I had already checked in and was standing by my assigned seat for a time. I helped a lady and her friend find a rainbow.

I reach for my glasses every morning although I no longer need my glasses. The new lens in my right eye is working fine and I see well except for reading.

Spent most of the afternoon yesterday on my knees behind a heavy-duty desk that held recording equipment. My job was to pull cables, announce what was on the label, and then pass it through to the owner of the desk, my friend, Larry, to plug into the new gear he had acquired.

It’s a nice morning today, the sort of morning that will lure you outside right before turning on the oven.

Fasting labs. Nothing to eat or drink. Except water. Yippee. Not the way I like to start my day. No coffee. And I like cream and sugar or honey. I should be cranky, or maybe I could be cranky.

Good morning. The daughter and granddaughter are in the house. Today is camp check-in day. They’re off to camp Kickapoo in Kerrville.

I like it when the big news in the life of a retiree is a change in the city’s waste handling provider. It’s happening to me.

My graduation weekend continued yesterday. I went to a party for my nephew and followed that up with a party for the granddaughter of a friend. It was a busy day.

I watched my granddaughter graduate high school yesterday, along with 790 other kids. I wonder what the future holds for them.

I have always liked Slaughterhouse Five, Billy Pilgrim and the idea of being unstuck in time. Of course, I realize it’s a work of fiction, but it’s still appealing.

Today is off to a slow start. That’s good I suppose. It’s cool outside. I watched a grackle feed in the grass. The cats are fed and happy.

Well. I had a wee adventure last night. As I lay in my bed listening to the storm beat against my window, I heard the rhythmic dripping of water.

Coming home. It’s a quick turn off the big highway, a short drive down the lane, and a turn into the drive with a gate that opens quietly, offering me passage.

Sometimes you go into an evening with high expectations and end up with disappointment. Sometimes you go into an evening with no expectations and end up amazingly gratified. Last night was one of the latter nights.

Went for a drive last night. Prior to my cataract surgery, a nighttime drive was an adventure in blazing lights and disappearing roads.

Took the day off yesterday. Had a follow-up visit with my eye surgeon. I now have 20/20 vision in my right eye. Feels unbalanced.

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.

The big day approaches. Cataract surgery. It’s coming on Thursday. My right eye. I admit I’m nervous. I mean I have two eyes. Lose one and I’m fifty percent down.

I do believe this is the first time in my long life I’ve ever driven 1,700 miles in two days with one day of rest in between. What an experience.