New eyes

I'm off to my mother's tomorrow morning because she's set to to have her right eye done. She'll be relieved to have both eyes seeing the same way - she won't have to keep winking suggestively in order to see straight. Last time we went, the surgery was very early in the morning - not my best time. This time it's at 11:45 which is much more civilized! I'll stay at her house tomorrow night and come back home on Friday. I'm still accessible by email as I can pick it up from the web.

I think there is something very significant about getting 'new eyes' at seventy-four - almost three quarters of a century. We'll have to wait a bit longer to find out how she sees things differently, metaphorically, but we're paying attention.

I was missing Geoff yesterday, as I walked home. I saw someone standing up at the corner, from a distance, and he reminded me in some way of how Geoff used to stand. It struck me again just how quickly someone can disappear from this earth. The time of his illness seemed to drag on at the time but now it feels as though it was but a blink. There are things in the house that he did, or didn't do, and they remain for us to deal with. But we can't ask him what he did with anything, or what he was planning, or thought. It's those mundane things that seem to creep up on me.

Watch for my weekly blog at the end of the week - talk to you then!