Wednesday, September 30, 2015
“There is a kind of magicness about going far away and then coming back all changed.” ― Kate Douglas Wiggin
I have really enjoyed my visit with my son, his wife, and the surprise visit of my youngest son. The doctors and tests were worth the pain and bother and prodding and cutting for the gift of at least another ten years (one doctor said fifteen). My oldest son also took me to a vision specialist (my last visit was four years ago) and that resulted in new glasses that turned the whole world into High Definition. It’s hard to explain the joy of being able to see well again, but it is wonderful to be able to read what was only a blurry line before. The specialist said that there have been so many improvements that these glasses should last me at least four years (my son bought me two pair of my trifocal transition lenses). I have been treated with so much kindness everywhere I went that there must be another New York somewhere where the people are rude and uncaring—I didn’t find any. I am not looking forward to three days of traveling with over twenty-five hours in the air, but it’s better than six months by boat and I can see the movies on the plane now. There is so much in this culture that doesn’t exist where I live, but I don’t think I will miss it much. I like our slower pace, simpler life, and knowing what doing without is all about. Don’t know about everywhere in America, but around here it seems everyone wants you to give them your money in return for products and services that you most probably don’t need, but they make it look so good it’s hard not to want it. Probably won’t be another blog till Sunday, and I’m sorry I’m not tech savvy enough to do better. I’ll try to make Sunday’s well worth reading. One more appointment today, then playing video games with my sons, and then several hours of packing two china cups for Karen and Kraft’s Macaroni and Cheese for John so that neither gets squished. Happily, I’ve got Brenda who is a packer extraordinaire, so everything should fit and make it home safely. It is going to be hard to say goodbye especially not knowing if it is for the last time, but both my sons have gone out of their way to convince me that I was the best father they could have hoped for—and that is just priceless to this old man and the best going away gift I could have ever received.