Thursday, April 25, 2013

The Hypothetical Post

I'd like to be showing you a spotless, fully-organized sewing room right about now, but

1.  I've never actually seen one
2.  I certainly don't have one
and 3.  I can't get Blogger to upload anything anyway

The sewing room sort of looks like it did last time anyway.  Tuesday my back was finally feeling good enough to run a few errands, then I had an eye appointment.  It is proof of how much I hate eye appointments when I tell you that, while I am willing to see the dentist twice a year and even undergo the dratted female "wellness" exams yearly, it's been 5 years since I've been near the place.  I am very near-sighted, so since the age of 6 or 7, our annual school shopping trip involved FIRST a stop at the eye doctor, who for reasons best known to himself never had patients pick out frames prior to getting their eyes dilated, and instead waited until they couldn't see a darn thing, and I would get to spend the rest of the entire day wearing dopey cardboard sunglasses, buying school supplies I couldn't actually see, and trying on blurry clothes.  Not to be prejudiced in any way, I hate shopping and cardboard eyeglasses to this day as well, so my loathing of the entire yearly experience was spread out pretty thoroughly.  They have at least changed the drops so that one's eyes go back to normal sooner, but then again, I have the sense to take the latest appointment in the day that they will give me, so it wouldn't screw up my entire day anymore anyway.  What they should have spent their time on was developing non-stinging drops.  Almost 25 years later, those drops STILL sting like crazy.  I appreciate the fact that the waiting rooms now contain complimentary coffee, but if they're not going to fix the drop stinging problem, I think they'd be better off serving up straight shots of tequila.

Tuesday night, being unable to focus on anything within arm's reach, I opted to not knit.  Admittedly, I do often knit without looking, but knitting while unable to look seemed far riskier.  So Andy fixed dinner and martinis while my humongous pupils and I hid upstairs in a room with the blinds drawn. One of the things I love about our house is the availability of natural light--in some parts of the house, there aren't even any blinds, which is all well and good until one has turned into a vampire or is trying not to burn her eyeballs.  At these times, it's best to just crawl into bed at 6:00 PM and try again tomorrow.......................