“Which of the three lines can you read best?“
Say what? There’s only one line at the bottom of the screen. Am I going blind?
When I relayed to the technician that I only saw one line, she looked at the screen herself, said “oops”, and readjusted the set. Now there were, in fact, three lines, and I could see all of them.
I’m getting old, but apparently not losing my eyesight yet.
Despite the fact that once I took off my glasses, I couldn’t even see the screen, much less the letters on it. But that’s ok because with glasses, my eyesight is 20/20, and the technician was able to stamp my DMV eye test card so I can renew my driver’s license.
Which, I’m sure will make everyone (including Archon) happy, knowing that I will still be driving around on Western New York roads. (But Archon lives in Canada, so he’s safe until he next comes to visit, which I hope will be soon.)
Having finished my annual eye exam, and confident that I’m not going to be joining my mother in the near future, I decided to visit her grave. I couldn’t actually get to the grave due to the snow, but did get close enough to take photo of the church.
Pretty, isn’t it? I think my mother is probably enjoying her rest there. At least I hope she’s at peace. I assume those patrolling police keep the neighbors from becoming too rowdy.
And thank heavens, they didn’t stop to ask me just what I thought I was doing standing in the slush alongside the road …
Happy Friday, folks. Enjoy your weekend!
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