Well the chickens survived the night and so did we, not that a predator was threatening us, as far as I know which reminds me of that sweet little childhood prayer we all used to pray.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep and if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Now, to be honest, my mother amended it for us. We said, Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep and let me wake up happy and healthy in the morning.
Which was better but I KNEW the other prayer and it rhymed and so my head said THAT one while my pious little mouth said the other one.
Okay. Today I have to get through the next hurdle of the next cognitive test with Mother and then tomorrow we have the play again and Saturday we have the play again and Sunday we tear down the set and then, done, done, oh Lord, done.
After I go to Mother's today I have to go get a prescription for new glasses from that eye doctor clinic where I did the pretesting for the possible lasix surgery. Those suckers were supposed to call me but never did. They just sent me home with those contacts and never checked back in and that is no way to run a business. But I was trying to watch The King's Speech on the TV last night and I just can't focus on that screen and that's all there is to it and it's miserable. I need new glasses if I'm not going to get my eyes miraculously mono-visioned. Which I am not going to do.
New glasses. Always a daunting adventure. I think I look like a Mrs. Beasley doll in my current glasses.
Kindly, round, and completely harmless.
This is not a bad look for a grandmother, I suppose but somehow it's not the look this grandmother wants. I do like rick-rack, though.
I remember my first pair of glasses. Blue cat's eyes and boy, did I love them! Since then I've had everything from red frames to wire frames to green frames to brown frames to...
I don't know. I just know that it's mighty hard to pick new frames. Do I want to look serious, studious, ironic, hip, bejeweled, trendy or mysterious?
I should take someone with me to pick out frames. Who? May is always working. Lily would go and she's honest. Hank always gets those Military Birth Control frames. I think they come with one arm taped up with white tape. Jessie of course is in Asheville. I suppose on the new phone I could send pictures to all the kids and they could send me their input. I wish I could get Lis to come with me but she's in Gator Bone and that's too far a jaunt just to come and help me pick out some glasses frames even if I threw in lunch. Mr. Moon mostly wants whatever will do. Gah. Who cares? At my age? Who the fuck cares?
Well, I guess I must.
But not that much.
Okay. Time to move on. I'm glad to see that Virginia has decided not to force women to get a vaginal wand ultrasound before getting an abortion. Who came up with that idea in the first place? I love what Senator Janet Howell (a Democrat, of course) did which was to offer an amendment to the bill that would require men seeking a prescription for Viagra to get a rectal exam and a cardiac stress test before a doctor could give it to them.
I could go on. I won't.
Gotta go to town.
Here's my tiny little life with my tiny little plans and my tiny little worries and you can be assured that I am aware of how tiny they are for which I am grateful.
Yours truly....Ms. Moon