Getting old

There is a good explanation for this dreadful picture.

I cannot see anything.

Monday was finally the day of the eye appointment. I had been worried because sometimes I just can't see properly. The other day I was driving down Mack and said to myself, self I don't think you could pass a driving eye test today. Guess what, I could not pass one on Monday either.

So now I have new lens ordered for my reading glasses, new distance glasses ordered and trial contact lens. The contact lens are because of my job. I have to wear safety glasses at work. They are not the greatest thing ever to see through, and they fog up. If I had to wear prescription safety glasses will bi/tri focal, damn they would cost a fortune and be ugly ass glasses that I could wear no where else. And as soon as I got them I would be fired because that is how that shit works.

So Tuesday I went to contact lens class. Yep, there is a class and I cannot believe I passed. It is very difficult to get the stupid things stuck to your eyeball. I had to do the right eye 3 times. Which made it quite irritated before it was all over. And then I drove home.

I was thinking that as irritated as my eyes were I really should not be too judgmental on how I felt my new improved sight was working for me. Be grateful I could see to get home. Got home, screwed around and Big Daddy mentioned we had to answer the Airbnb lady about the trip. So I sat down at the computer and dammit, I had to wear my readers to see the screen. WTF.

October fun

Some industrious neighbors, I thought it looked like a happy house.

Today I got my first eye checkup in many many years. And I bought my first pair of custom glasses. I like that better, custom glasses versus I need glasses to see glasses. My dad was hilarious, he had seeing eyeglasses and hearing eyeglasses. My eyes are as good as can be expected for a woman of my age and I can still wear readers for shopping and eating out.

I bought the final touches for my big project and I think I can take pictures and post on that tomorrow.

We took Sammy dog to the pet store as he needed a winter coat. He was shorn on Saturday and has been sleeping under the quilt the last few nights. I am sure my mother-in-law who hand made the quilt will love that. Finding a dog winter-covering is as difficult as finding me fat clothes. And according to the owner of Lou's Pet Store, not profitable. Sammy squealed and squirmed when we put the coat on him; I am sure he has had a coat before. When we put it on him this afternoon for an outing he showed the same enthusiasm --both booty shaking and vocally.

Our Detroit Police Chief with the wayward peenee has retired, at 44 years of age. The woman who started all of this by publishing a picture with her gun in her mouth, has been given her gun back and ok'd for return to duty. She works in Internal Affairs. I sat next to a woman at lunch today saying a bunch of these women are ready to sue. She was saying it into her phone. In a very tony restaurant. WTF. And the Mayor says he knew a lot of this stuff but thought the Chief  had changed his ways. Like a leopard changes his spots?

Tomorrow is hairdo day to get ready for the Wednesday graduation party.