Wednesday, April 20, 2022

I Beg Your Pardon, Who are you Calling a Deaf Leopard?

 Dear Readers, Be Ye Many or Few,
 
Today will be a typing day regardless of the blurry white cloud before my eyes. Starting shots in my eyes again soon to help heal the veins behind my retinas. Still I thank God and all my angels, and lucky stars God placed in my path of my orbit that I still have vision enough. What I have is enough and I accept that but I am also open to accept healing. Somehow, healing. 
 
Now I know what my mom went through all those years when my dad and I had to be her eyes, and my cousin Sandy often too. I read to her, read her grocery list to her at the store, drove her to her appointments of all kinds and her grocery shopping, read the labels and prices to/for her, wrote out her recipes for her in large enough for her to read, and once PCs came out on the market I typed recipes for her to print in large font, and I kept her address book for her in large print or often wrote and read to her her correspondence. My mom could not read or drive anymore by the time she was about 50-52 and considered legally blind. 
 
My eyesight is still okay enough to read even if sometimes difficultly and even though it takes me longer than it used to when it us s large text. Ever since the cloudiness developed, it us now easier to read on a computer or phone screen than anywhere else if a text is dense. I used to love to read, and still will again once I get started with talking books. Or, e books since I can enlarge a computer screen yet it takes so long when enlarging the font due to it not all fitting at once then upon the screen and going left to right to left again to read well what else the lines that normally fit in the margins of a page. For this and other issues I am faced with these days, I find myself thinking about my age lately quite a bit. In the next month I have 6 more different doc appointments coming up for pain management in shoulder with severe degenerative joint issue. I joked with people the other day that when we are young we used to say, "Oh there they go again" when the older people complained about their pains or foods upsetting them, but now we have turned into those people we used to say oh no about. Haha, so the other day I had just a tad of rice with red hot chili spice in it because it is so hard to never eat spicy foods and peppers, and a day later my throat and gut feel a bit off. But how do I go without eating the hot peppers and all that?!?! Well, again, Say LA vie, all in the name of aging. But it us good to be aged, because it means I did not succumb yet to the alternative, 🙂!
 
Thus all the waxing poetic about aging. I only know I have no choice in the matter physically, but I will try to do it gracefully. As grace can be a key to art, so can graceful living be key to growing older, to handle yourself with care. 
 
I am an old classic rock-n-roller, among other things. I am glad that I was born when I was born. 

Here is a link to Def Leopard, "Rock of Ages." 

 
 

 Sincerely,
Mary Ann

P. S. I also have been practicing the piano an hour or two every day lately--it is hard to re-learn songs by reading the sheet music or musical score if you can barely see it. Yet I am doing it. I can't not do it. I need these songs and I need to know I. Still. Can. Play. It is not like I never played at all in the last decade or two, it is just that I seldom played other than when sitting at the piano with my granddaughter to teach her beginning things which of course by now are easy for me. Thank. God. Too. I. Can. Still. Hear. The. Music. (I always see people doing these things on Facebook with a period after each word for emphasis, and I have never wanted to try it until now. I think by now it is cliche and that I did not enjoy doing that at all, by the way. Similarly, I don't much like reading this sort of thing when other people do it. Did Nike start it with its "Just. Do. It?" I can't remember how it all began by now. I must be losing some of my memory too, haha. 

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