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Art and Eyesight

I live in an Impressionist painting. Lines and colors blur. I see no sharp edges. More Pointillism than clearly defined points.

Strings of Christmas lights increase in diameter ten-fold in a diffused fashion. Streetlights and headlights sparkle and spread. Candles are better, bright lights hurt.

I see spots before my eyes! And squiggly lines dart about. I see something in my peripheral vision. No, it’s all in my head.

Faces are a mystery if they are too far away. Far away is only a few feet. Others must think I’m a snob when I can’t read their facial expression from a short distance. My eyes just fail to read a smile, a frown, a grimace. Sorry, I’m blind to your emotions.

That’s my world without eyeglasses. Thick and heavy ones for the hopelessly myopic. This is my artistic vision. I can’t see the scientific narrative.

 

A Life Cluttered With Friends

Second-Hand Stories
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My friend Kate’s sister-in law, Margie, has debilitating arthritis and she and her husband, Tom, decided to sell their two-story home for a smaller, one-story one which will make it easier for them to get around.

I already knew this. What I didn’t know about Margie is that she loves gay guys. She has many gay friends and, by chance, her old house was bought by a gay couple.

Now Kate and Ben are rather traditional. Married over 40 years with two children, one boy, one girl. (Or maybe that’s the oddity these days, so many divorces, etc.) One time they went on vacation to South Dakota to find out they were smack dab in the middle of Sturgis bike week. They didn’t have a clue about this massive gathering. With their two young kids, they took off on their summer vacation and landed in this alcohol-infused, wild party. For months, I had fun calling Kate motorcycle mama. So I wondered, how do they feel about Margie and her friends?

Margie likes the gay couple that bought her house. They take turns with dinner parties, she visits them at her old house (now their new house), and goes out with these guys. New additions to her rather vast friendships within the gay community.

Kate said her brother seems to be a little jealous of Mary’s friendships with gay guys. I think that is only conjecture. Mary is quite happy with Tom and friends are friends.

I think gay guys like Mary because she is fun. I like her too. For one thing, she is never boring, great to talk to. I remember the time she spilled a beer on her foot at a party. She just owned it, make a joke of it, and kept on partying. Don’t cry over spilled beer.

She also collects antiques, tons of them. Things like a dress form outfitted in an old Wayne State University football uniform (moth-eaten of course) standing near her front doorway. She moved a lot of her collected treasures to her new house even though she is willing to sell them. She thought an antique yard sale in her new house would help her meet her new neighbors. I don’t know what her new neighbors thought of her varied and crazy collections. I hate clutter, but she has a collector-bug charm.

More than anything, she is happy and upbeat despite her health problems. She’s positive and accepting, an example of what we should all strive for. As for Kate and Ben, they shrug their shoulders and accept their modern family and friends.

Winter Rant

Piles of snow sit five or ten feet high in parking lots around town. Three feet of snow surrounds my mailbox. I don’t own boots high enough to cover my legs from the two feet of snow sitting on my grass. I wake up to temperatures of 3 degrees and it warms up to 21 degrees Fahrenheit.

Yet the goldfinches are showing bits of yellow through their feathers. The sun has been shining nearly everyday. The sky is more often than not a beautiful shade of blue rather than gray.

I remember a dismal winter in the mid-1970s that dropped many feet of snow on the ground with not one day of thaw and not one day of sun. Old ice piled on top of new ice until a walk across a bridge became a treacherous affair. Soon the protective railing between the sidewalk and the water below the bridge offered no security. One slip and tumble could drop you into the frozen water. Dodging the street traffic was safer than walking the ice.

So I’m optimistic about this winter. I’m enjoying the snow today because I will yearn for it on those extreme hot and humid summer days. I’ve sighted robins in my yard in mid-December and I’ve seen them in early February. The robins winter in Florida less time than some snowbirds in my neighborhood. I’ll stay here.