Yesterday was a magnificent day.  It was warm and, for the first time in quite a while, when I left the house I didn’t need to be all bundled up.  The sky was blue with diaphanous clouds as I was on my way to get my eyes checked for new glasses and a general workup because my eyes aren’t the same as they were last year.  However, the diagnosis was dry eyes due to getting older and use.  This meant, of course, a new pair of glasses and a different type of eyedrops for me.

Because reading and writing are so important to me, I’ve always enjoyed going for eye exams.  I consider my eyes one of the greatest tools I possess.  Keeping my eyes healthy is important to me, and the above pronouncement lifted a huge weight from my shoulders and heart because I was afraid the medication I had to stop taking had impacted my eyesight.  Luckily, it was only a coincidence.  Now, however, the eye doctor suggested a yearly checkup now since my eyes are changing from year to year.

Once this was done and WHEELS picked Sniffles and I up and took us home, I collected my current sock project together and headed outside to sit on the porch and knit for a while.  As I sat in the shade with my feet in the sun, working on the socks, everything carefully slid into a clearer perspective and all the jumbled pieces on my insides just settled into a semblance of order and peace.  The more I knitted there on the porch, in the sun, the more there was a feeling of “Everything is going to be OK.  You’ve made it through.  What you’re going through now is merely sporadic bumps in the road of health and movement.  Everything is going to be OK.  Everything is OK.”

I needed such an understanding after such a long winter of sicknesses falling on me one after the other.  It was good.