Blind, and Batty, Too!

I had my eyes checked at the health fair here on campus Wednesday. WITH my glasses on, my distance vision was 20/40 in one eye and 20/50 in the other. So I'm going to the eye doctor tomorrow. I thought I noticed a change recently, but GAD, that's bad. I'm going to try to do contacts again. Now that the kids are no longer in diapers, I have a little more time in the morning to fait ma toilette. If nothing else, I can wear my glasses until I get to work and then put the contacts in once I get here. My reading vision is still fine, thank goodness. I'm sure it's only a matter of time, though, before the near and far fields pass each other headed opposite directions. Herbie and I were talking about having Lasik surgery done this year, now that we're both 40, but since my eyes aren't through changing, it will have to be a while. Besides that, my Payflex medical fund has been drastically reduced by having hundreds of cavities filled in Brighid's mouth.

Logan is now out from under Chapter 13 bankruptcy. He paid it completely off last month. So now begins the house repair saga which will, I'm sure, last as long as the Nibelungen Cycle. The major repairs (roof - AGAIN, foundation, and kitchen floor) probably won't happen until he's able to secure a home improvement loan, but small stuff such as broken windows, window screens, a few small plumbing projects, and painting can be done a little bit at a time. Our goal is to fix up the house, pay down our debt to improve our credit scores, sell the house, and buy a new house in a better school district. As a disabled vet with a 100% disability rating, Logan is eligible for a home loan at 5% with no down payment and no closing costs if he takes a home which is a VA foreclosure. Can't beat that with a stick. Eventually, we'd like to find a property with at least 5 acres, but we will most likely have to go to a moderately nice house in the meanwhile. My participation in all this will consist mostly of de-cluttering and de-funkifying the house we're in now -- a Herculean task, for sure.

I can't remember if I've already written about Paul, the son I placed for adoption back when I was in college. (I'm too lazy to look through the log here.) I made contact a couple of months ago with his mother, Jean. She gave my email address to Paul, and since then, we've been writing on and off. He's like me in that he can be very blunt, perhaps painfully so. I let him know I'm the same way, and have no problems telling him anything he wants to know. So I told him the truth about his father, that being that it was just a one-night stand with a guy I barely knew, a friend of a friend. I wasn't the abandoned girlfriend left to twist in the wind is the point. He seemed to deal okay with that knowledge, so I gave him a link to a website where he could read about the events that lead to the execution of Bill Chappell. I haven't written anything about Chappell, but I've been thinking of doing so, if only for the catharsis that will come of it. Of course, it would be cool if a book did emanate from my musings, but I have no real ending for a book yet, so only time will tell.

Socrates said, "An unexamined life is not worth living." Still, I have to wonder if it is a sound philosophy. There are many things that happened surrounding the murders of my mother, father, and sister, which are as unnamed files that can't be immediately accessed. Once in a while, someone will say something which causes an unnamed memory to surface, and there are also some ugly things which might be too hurtful - mainly to others - to let out into the light of day, but for the most part, I think writing about all the unpleasantness, even when painful, will be a good thing.

On a totally unrelated note, it is a good thing that today I finished my course of antibiotics, and was finally able to take the antifungal pill (just one!) the doctor prescribed for the unbearable external yeast infection which has been causing me to itch like the fury. Tonight, I may bathe in plain yogurt for good measure. The only thing that has kept me from scratching myself raw is that any labial abrasions sting like hell when urine passes over them. TMI? LOL