Of Cataracts & Houses- It Is About Vision

In a world that once was in a place few ever visited a king and a queen roamed through the grounds of their private castle.

The queen told the king she would never forgive him for not finding her sooner and asked what he would do if they should ever be torn apart.

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The king wandered through the castle listening to Ringo sing about it not coming easy and smiled. The queen was a major pain-in-the-ass and famous for starting fights and or making lists of reasons why some things wouldn’t work.

She had told him they were inextricably linked and that it didn’t matter because the woman who had said that didn’t exist anymore.

He had said it didn’t matter because the man she said it too was long gone too yet here they were dancing again.

He was certain she avoided the castle because it made it easier for her to avoid getting into things she saw as potentially difficult.

He was also certain she avoided spending time alone with him because it was easier to step back into his arms then she liked. She was very decisive in so many areas, less so with him. He threw her.

Sometimes she wanted to just do it, but she was nervous. If she spent real time talking to him she always began to feel comfortable and that sense of complete trust and that made her nervous too, but kind of a in a good way.

Sometimes it was easier to just start a fight with him. She wasn’t certain if he was as easy to manipulate as he appeared, in fact she was kind of certain he wasn’t and that maybe one day he really would disappear. That irked her too.

I am still playing around with the story, just sort of tip tapping away at the keyboard, uncertain if I like how it is going.

But the nice thing about writing online is the ease with which you can edit and or adjust. It is far cry from the days of typing on an actual typewriter.

There is no worry if you loaded the paper properly, misspelled a word or made some other sort of mistake that required White-out or starting over.

Of Cataracts & Houses- It Is About Vision

My ophthalmologist told me my vision hasn’t changed and that with my glasses my vision is 20/20.

I asked him about my cataracts and he said they are worse than they were but since my prescription hasn’t changed there is no need to do anything yet.

He told me to remember that Lasik and aging can dry out our eyes so I should remember to use drops so my eyes stay lubricated.

I nodded my head and walked out of there still thinking how he is competent but his bedside manner is lacking. I don’t have to my love my doctors as long as I trust their work, but there are moments.

Since I am in the middle of what I see as a time-of-change I decided I wanted new glasses and headed off to the local shop.

It might not be an exaggeration to say I tried on 20 different pairs before I settled on the ones I wanted. Though I am legally allowed to drive without my glasses I chose to add a prescription pair of Wayfarers.

That made me laugh a bit because in the midst of a season of change that was like revisiting my past. I wore them through most of high school and the early part of college.

Got seven-to-ten business days before they come in but if you want to get a sense of what I look like with them you can check out the picture below.

That is me at about 18 or so dressed in a fashion that would cause a Republican congress to riot if I choose to run for office, never mind the picture is heading towards almost middle age.

They felt good, they felt familiar and they felt like the sort of connection between past and present that I like. If I keep up the extra miles at the gym they might even be on a guy that looks sort of similar to that one…maybe.

 

Anyhoo, this reminded me of a conversation I have had with someone about houses and what is attractive, familiar and comfortable.

A younger Josh might spend most of his time arguing about how the lack of exposure and familiarity to houses in a certain area was problematic but the guy I am now doesn’t care about that.

It’s not because things have changed in respect to that particular argument. I can show plenty of houses that fit the requirements of the other, but that is not really the root of what is important in a house.

The root is who lives in it and do you enjoy being with them. If you do it almost doesn’t matter what it looks like and how it is decorated.

Sometimes we get caught up in nonsense but the foundation of it all is simple. Like who you are with and you are happy to adjust.

Dislike them and even a place you think amazing can be impacted negatively.

Sometimes we let the masks we wear influence our vision and prevent us from seeing that which ought to be clear.

I Can Paint The Picture

There is a note on my calendar I wrote after my last colonoscopy in 2021 to schedule one in 2024.

The shorter time frame was solely precautionary and so I’ll probably call them in the coming week to schedule it for somewhere during the next month.

I have no reason to assume he’ll find anything serious and that upon its conclusion I’ll be able to look at this last year and say I understand what I need to do to improve and maintain my health.

Overall things look promising so I can paint the picture of the future I am working on building. I can see the map I am laying out and visualize the outline of where I am focused upon going.

It makes me smile but there is some frustration and anger about some things and some aggravation about situations that shouldn’t be difficult but are.

That is why it is a time of determining who and what goes into the future. An understanding that the picture I am painting for me and for others is going to be adjusted in some ways by things I can’t or won’t anticipate because that is how life works.

It is kind of exciting and kind of scary all at the same time but what is life without a little excitement. Won’t be long before I can paraphrase Don Henley in Boys of Summer while saying “I can see me with my Wayfarers on.”

Adventure time is here.