There are sparkles around the outer edges and clarity is making its way to the fore, but it appears the second cataract surgery is a success. Although we’ve yet to reach the 24-hour mark, I am optimistic.

Heading in this morning for the second cataract surgery. Today it’s the left eye. I can hardly wait. I was apprehensive beyond belief for the first surgery. This time, knowing what to expect, more or less, I’m all in and ready to go.

Whew. What a weekend. The temperature stayed in double digits. There were clouds. And music. And friends from New Braunfels, to Luckenbach, to Grapetown Road. At the end, we danced.

My big crape myrtles have yet to bloom. Strange. The peaches on the peach tree are tiny. Stranger still. A spring and summer of no water? Or perhaps the trees are old. Hard to tell.

Sometimes it’s the simplest things that can make for a happy day. A call from friends to join them for drinks. An afternoon swim. Music. Talk of music.

It’s too hot to work outside. So, I stayed inside, read a book, and worked on a song I was writing. There was a time when I’d would have never admitted I was writing a song, because it sounded a little pretentious.

Golf. I have pursued the sport with varying degrees of success over the years. Years marked mostly by massive failure. You’d think hitting a ball lying still at your feet would be a piece of cake. Think again.

My shopping excursion went off without a hitch yesterday. Accumulated goods without breaking the bank. Bought two books, two pair of socks, a three in one hair, face, and body wash and hand cream.

I’m going shopping today. A bookstore. A UPS store. A mall. Maybe a golf superstore. I have to map it out. I want to hit them in some sort of sequence. I’ll even work in a lunch.

Slipped into the pool yesterday. Sat in my chair float with my legs propped up on a noodle. The current carried me along, mostly in a counterclockwise circle, because our pool is round.

Status update. Bought a five pack of reading glasses. Bargain price. One pair by my chair. One pair by my bed. One pair in the car. Two pair of spares. Here’s where we stand. No idea where the pair by the bed went.

A while back my weight made itself down to around 175. The diet I was following to feed my late wife, worked wonders for me.

Rode up the Devil’s Backbone yesterday on the way to a friend’s house in Gruene. Got stopped at the top by a gathering of sheriff’s vehicles with lights flashing. There was an ambulance and a fire truck, too.

It’s late. The little granddaughter is asleep on the couch. I stayed up late. Listened to music. Made music. Visited with friends. It was a nice, long evening.

There was the creak of the door in the utility room followed by a soft, high, “hello,” and I knew my daughter was in the house.

Yesterday I played my first round of golf since getting my new right eye. Wonder of wonders, I could actually track the flight of the ball as I hit my shots, wayward or not.

Talk about answered prayers. Yesterday the wind laid down, and I laid down with it. Together we floated in a pool of blue water beneath the sky.

I imagine there’s a good explanation for why all the air is rushing through Texas in such a hurry. But I wish it would stop, or at least slow down. You know. Stick around a while. Visit.

Spent most of the morning lying in bed thinking it was Sunday. No idea how that cropped up. I was also thinking about the virtual necropolis in my head for all the dead I know.

Grandpa’s big weekend with the grandson is over. Grandpa is feeling a little let down. Like, what do I do today? Things, of course. But not really fun things.