My Boyfriend's Back

 The man is home! He got in a little before five and both Maurice and I were so happy to see him. 

ARE happy to see him. And have him back where he belongs. I keep searching him out and asking for more hugs. We are way behind on those and have some catching up to do. He's already made me laugh more than I've laughed the whole week he was gone. 

Maurice was on the back porch with me as I was pinning more of Levon's blanket and I had just said to her, "Daddy's coming home," when we heard the kitchen door open and close and she raced into the kitchen. Usually, when she hears that door she races away to hide. 
(And as an aside: I get a little icky feeling in my stomach when Glen and I refer to each other as "Mama" and "Daddy" to the cat. I don't know why we do this but we do.)

I had a big day in that I had my eye-doctor appointment today. Eye exam. Whatever. I'm always scared to death that they will discover evidence of a brain tumor when they look into my eyeballs. However, the lovely Dr. Lyons found no brain tumors via my eyeballs today and, in fact, told me that my eyes look very healthy. The blood vessels in them (which can be an indication of all of the blood vessels in the body) look good, there's no signs of glaucoma or macular degeneration or cataracts. In fact, she told me that I don't need to worry about cataracts for a good long while. She also told me that cataract surgery is the number one surgery done in the developed world. That's something I did not know. 

I do, however, need a new prescription which I did know. I will be so glad to see better. It is curious to me that the basic technique for determining the prescription for glasses is the same as it was when I was eight years old. 
Which is better? One (Click) or two? (Click) Which is better? Three? (Click) or four? (Click) One? (Click) or two? (Click.)
I always feel as if there is a definite correct answer and that I must strive to get it right. 

And then of course there is the hard-sell on the new glasses. I fell for it today. I was just going to take my prescription to Costco like I did last time but by the time we'd reached that point in my visit today, I felt like all of these sweet employees wanted nothing more than to get me the best deal and make sure I was happy. 
What the heck? 
I know you can get really fine glasses online for so cheap but I am afraid to try that because I need progressive lenses with a prism and have an astigmatism along with the usual near and far distance correction needs. 
I picked out a pair of frames after sending pictures to the kids for their input. Both set of frames looked almost exactly the same but I am getting these.

I also believe they look almost exactly like a pair of glasses I got in 2017. Even the same brand. 
Whatever. 

Blue is a lovely color. It was the color of my very first pair of glasses. 

And now for the first time in over a week I am going to go cook for someone other than just me. I hope that all the fine restaurant meals Mr. Moon had in Orlando will not make him disdainful of what I make him for supper. 

And I also hope that Maurice quits bringing me mice to sustain me. I appreciate her concern and effort but this is getting ridiculous. 

Sigh.

Love...Ms. Moon