Time To Shop

Actually it was way past time to shop, more like time to be sitting down to dinner, but here we were buying groceries after my eye appointment. I was there for over an hour, yet another attempt to get my glasses right, not for want of trying. I think there was a breakthrough: after all the One? or Two? Two? or Three? business, I suddenly yelled ONE! Things were unmistakably clear. I love those moments when there is no doubt, things are crisp and all is well. At least within the four beige diploma-covered walls of the examining room. I’m just happy to have the possibility of seeing clearly again; now it’s back to the folks who fit the glasses. Another couple weeks and we should be settled.

In the meantime, we got a nice pork chop at the butcher, and some fresh kale from the garden.