It's been a gray, dreary and extremely wet weekend in in Frog Pond Holler. The yard is squishy and gross, my clothes will probably take three days to dry on the line (even though they're on the porch and covered) and my visit to the eye doc on Friday was less than happy.
Oh I got some super designer frames, mostly 'cuz none of the ones covered 100% by our insurance would fit my fat head, but sixty bucks for a complete set of bifocals isn't bad. I guess. I'd never been to this doc before and while I really didn't need to know about his butt getting probed the last time he had a physical, I liked him okay. I almost got out of there without too much trauma, until after he hit my eyes with the drops, peered inside then sat back to explain the finer points of macular degeneration.
The good news is, we've caught it in the early stages and my eyesight is pretty good (for my age) to begin with. He told me to start taking Lutein daily to slow the progression.
The bad news? There's no cure.
I've been in the throws of a full fledged pity party for most of the weekend, just contemplating the possibility of ending up blind. Then, tonight, I recalled a quote from Winifred "Fred" Burkle from "Angel", who laid down some Texas wisdom when confronted with a returning vampire, Darla, who was preggers and did it way better than Twilight ever could:
"Can I say something about destiny? Screw destiny. If this evil thing comes, we'll fight it and we'll keep fighting it till we whoop it. Because destiny is just another word for inevitable. And nothing is inevitable as long as you stand up, look it in the eye and say, "You're evitable." (pauses) Well, you catch my drift."
I love Fred.
You just never know who I might quote. Maybe the Dalai Lama. Maybe Deepak Chopra. Or Winifred Burkle.
I feel like I've not gotten a damned thing done all weekend, but I've been kinda productive. I ordered some Jojoba oil because although Big City and surrounding areas are jam packed with hippified massage places, it's nearly impossible to find in the stores. Go figure. I also started a new rug, all purples and blues. I think it's going to be pretty.
I'm just tired I guess. And kinda lonely. Ya know how it is, when you get bad news is when you kinda wish you had a shoulder to cry on.
But no time for that. I gotta put on my big girl panties and get crackin'. Because nothing is inevitable.
Ya'll have a good week. We'll talk again soon.