Thursday, February 23, 2012

Better Vision Needed

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


  1. I love that my worries are rather tiny right now as well.
    I could die in my sleep and be at peace :).

    and I always take a daughter to help me pick frames.
    Use your phone.

  2. Last time I needed new frames, I took my daughter. I picked out a whole bunch that I kind of liked then let the salesperson and my daughter decide which were best. It worked out well.

    I have a very strong aversion to rick rack and always have. Same for cat's eye glasses.

    I can't believe that abortions still cause so much furor there. Why on earth do people care what another does with their body? I'm surprised tattoos are legal.

  3. Your little life sounds just fine to me. Life can be good in little places with little plans. I was in the big city last monday and felt utterly lonesome between the millions of people with big plans in the big city. Small is good! It rocks!

  4. i take my daughter with my to buy frames and clothing. she never steers me wrong.

    keep on keeping on, Ms. Moon, you are indeed doing fine.

  5. My mom ammneded it also.
    Now I lay me down to sleep,
    I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
    Your love will guide me through the night,
    And wake me with the morning light.
    Bless everybody I love.

    I never knew there was another version until I was older. Whoever came up with that prayer obviously did not believe in a very loving god. Sad.

    Go look at frames and take pictures and let us decide! Oh, yes!

  6. I expected to die every night after saying that prayer--and I credit my insomnia to that.

    When i awakened in the morning, the fact THAT I awakened was a miracle. I credit my joy in the early mornings to surviving a night. I'm still a morning person.

    Harvey and I substituted different lines for our kids:

    Watch me safely through the night
    And greet me with the morning light.

    At night now it's HELP ME, and every morning it's THANK YOU. That's about all the prayer I can muster these days.

  7. I don't like getting new glasses. But I would rather have them than not. Never tried contacts but think that they would be a pain.

  8. You do not look like Ms. Beasly (or however it's spelled-too lazy to look up in the post), but that cracked me up!

    I don't know with glasses. I always have trouble picking them out too. Not trouble, but I have a small face so everything always looks huge on me. If I go alone to look, I'll sometimes ask random people. I figure I'll never see them again and I assume they'll be honest, but that's probably just naive.

    It's difficult to pick out glasses without an opinion you trust. Good luck with that, Ms. Moon. :-)

  9. deb- I did it all by myself. With the help of the very nice woman who worked there. I loved it when I put on a pair of frames and she said, "No." I trusted her.

    Jeannie- Shhhh...Tattoos will be next on the Republican Agenda.

    Catherine Lucas- It's all relative, baby. That's what I think. I am a small fish in a small pond which is better than being microscopic in a big pond.

    Taradharma- I just went and did it. It was okay. You know- you try and try and then you put on a pair and you think, "I don't hate these," and those are the ones.

    Birdie- Your mama got it right! I thought about that- letting the blogocommunity pick for me but it seemed as if it would take too long.

    Pamela- I don't pray at all. I used to try, even as an adult, but it just didn't work for me. I like your prayers, though. I can relate to them.

    Syd- They ARE! Bah on contacts.

    Nicol- The funny thing is, once you buy them and put them on and your vision is okay, you don't have to give them a second thought, no matter what they look like to others. Isn't that odd?

  10. I had a Mrs. Beasley doll when I was little. One time we were out on the docks and mama said I just threw her right in the bay. "Swim, Beasley, swim!" I said. And then she made her shrimper boyfriend jump in and get her back for me.
    Love, daddyb

  11. Daddy B- Hah! That's awesome! Just like you. Did Mrs. Beasley sink like a rock?


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