While there, I took the Visual Field Test. When Michele came in to switch back on the lights, I asked her, How long does the test take - for each eye?
Seven minutes, she said.
Seven minutes of hell, I said.
She said everyone thinks the same thing.
I was so excited when Ada left both a phone and email message to come over.
Best honeydew I've ever had. Available at Wegman's. It's called King of the West.
Fruit lovers know the little dustbowl of a town near San Jose in California called Turlock produces the world's best-tasting melons. Honeydews from here, grown and packed by 'King of the West', are sumptuous. They weigh a ton, emanate their sweet bouquet from miles away (ok - not quite miles, but far) and have a real lime-y color to their flesh. Be patient and let them ripen fully before diving in. Your reward will be pure succulence.
Rich and I sat in the den and watched the PBS Evening News Hour.
The Pope is in Washington, DC.
Ada had marinated the steak meat. It was a thick piece that took at least 20 minutes on the grill. Bet the Pope, coming from cattle country - Argentina - would have loved it!
Discussing when to remove from grill.
My medium rare piece was scrumptious, as was the salad, below right, tossed with Ken's Balsamic Vinegar Dressing, and how about those grilled vegetables on the lower right.
Who's on the phone? Their son, Aaron, discussing whether his parents should come down to DC. Aaron gave direx to avoid Pope traffic.
On the way home I drove I drove down Morgan Mill Road, close to my house, and found a treasure-trove of items in the trash. The people are moving.
I took the toys, which are still in my back seat.
Puppy-dog with open mouth, teddy bear, and doll carriage.
Wait! You think I've finished already?
Hold on! Here are some home-made cards I mailed out two days ago.
The small tulip poplar leaf I mailed to Grace and Max. The large oak leaf is for my Aunt Selma in Cleveland. I put it in an envelope.
This is for Robin Franklin of the Giant, thanking her for all her help in getting us rooms. I used my aqua spray paint.
Mom gave me a coverless children's book The Chinese Children Next Door. Robin is a new grandmom to red-haired Taylor Michelle, so I thought she'd appreciate this children's book, PLUS she was raised on the Pearl S Buck estate in Perkasie, PA.
My artist friend Claudia is a huge inspiration.
Bought this basket at her recent open house.
SEVEN MINUTES OF
HELL
What
happened to the flashing
brown
eyes I had as a kid?
Rest
your chin here, your forehead
pressed
to the top, says Michele.
Do
not blink.
My
eyes flutter.
I’m
ready, I say, and
hold
button in hand.
The
visual field machine
grinds.
The room is dark.
I
am alone. Fright
fills
my soul, afraid I’ve
got
glaucoma in my
Medicare
years.
Click,
goes the button,
click
click click.
Whenever
you see
the
flashing light. Ah,
there’s
one up top,
click,
like catching a
high
drive in right field,
click,
a grounder near
first
base, Yoga Berra,
newly
dead at ninety,
concentrate,
I yell inside,
what
if I go blind, I’ll kill
myself,
they make you
fill
a coffee cup by weight,
not
sight, a regular Jimmy
Piersall,
still alive at 85, I snag
a
ball from centerfield, grateful
for
my dexterity, still playing
at
sixty-nine. Light enters
the
room. Michele is back.
Time
for the other eye.
I
ask the only question possible
How
long does it take?
Seven
minutes on each eye, she says.
Seven
minutes of hell, I reply.
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