Sunday.....

Well, I guess I didn't scare him off after all. We spent hours messaging back and forth the other night. Nice guy, he's looking more for a playmate than a long term relationship. Maybe I will go out with him, have some fun.

I talked to my father today. It is his eighty third birthday. I miss him, there are hundreds of miles between us. Thankfully, we are only a phone call apart. I still have, and treasure, the small rocking chair that he gave me. It was a special gift, given to me on the day he adopted me, fifty one years ago.

It's still awhile before sunset. The drapes are widely opened,  and the blinds are raised in all of the rooms. Except for the light close to the windows, I can see nothing in the house.

I've lost more sight. It takes more and more light in order to see anything. And yet, when the light is too bright, everything is whited out. I can make out bright colors, and most of the reds. The rest of the color spectrum is just muddy. I miss the royal purples, sapphires, teals, emerald green, the golds, and the smoky grays. All of my favorite colors are now memories, seen only in my dreams, where everything is so incredibly vivid and clear.

So I mourn the newest loss of sight, it leaves in increments. Each loss takes with it more of my freedom and mobility. Three years ago it took my ability to drive, and that broke my heart. It's taken the faces of my loved ones, even with magnifying glasses, the photos are blurs. I've not seen my granddaughter's face since she was a newborn. Now four years old, she is a blond blur. My grandson was three when I last saw his face clearly. I can only guess at what his appearance is.

Discovered something new today. Rather than battle the sixty pound Beastie, trying to wrestle her into the bathtub, she will happily sit still and let me give her a sponge bath. It was the most easy and pleasant bath that I've given her. After six years with her, this is the first time we've done that. The best part is, that I did not get a single scratch or bruise in the process.

I'm listening to the tv series, "The Tudors". It's an interesting view of Henry VIII and the time period I love celebrating at the Renaissance Fairres. Periodically, I pause the show, getting close to the tv screen with a magnifying glass. I'm trying to see the scenery, period clothing, and what I imagine to be, beautiful sets.

Tonight, I'm eating watermelon for dinner. They taste so good this time of year, I'd rather eat them than anything else in the summer. Tomorrow, I need to travel to the grocery store and pick up more of them. The basket of my etrike will hold two, along with a small amount of groceries. 

Enough for now.....