I’d hoped I’d be better to see by now but still can’t write or watch much television and cannot read at all (so please excuse any spelling errors here) and I hate that! I am a bookaholic. Fortunately, my darling husband of forty-six years showed me the marvel of the talking Kindle. Now I listen to my books. The voice mispronounces words; for example, chapel becomes chapelle, but it’s less boring. I have convinced George that I cannot see well enough to cook or vacuum or load the dishwasher. He knows I can. He’s just to nice to mention it and he loves take-out. I have increased font size on my computer so will be able to get some writing done today–thank goodness. I have left Hannah and Gabe (book three: The Wedding Planners) alone in the wreckage of the tornado and need to get them out.
I’ve had trouble seeing for several years due to droopy–really, really droopy–eyelids. However, I had a lot going on and more important health matters came up. Just didn’t find time to get to the doctor for testing.
Then, allergies hit and I could see only through narrow slits with my eyes so puffy. That happened the day of my signing in late April. I’ve added a picture–it’s been on the blog previously–so you can see how much trouble I was having with my eyes. I didn’t publish the pictures George took from the front because I looked like an over-inflated balloon fixin’ to pop.
With that, I said, “My turn.” I had the surgery Monday and wrote this over the weekend because I won’t be able to see for a day or two. I look forward to being able to drive at night and to reading TIME magazine!