Over the last few weeks I have started to question my eyesight.
I'm not sure if the need to squint is a sign of age or the fact that I know have a full-time job that requires gratuitous amounts of computer time.
Mostly, these blurred encounters happen in the early morning or late at night, especially during sports when I sometimes have trouble reading the scoreboard from my armchair. But then again, I don't really watch sports that much because my Redskins rarely get the TV time around here. But Heels basketball has started up and I am eager to see if the team can pull off the almost impossible task of an undefeated season.
I probably will make an appointment to get the eyes check once my health insurance kicks in but that won't be until after January so for the moment I just get to hypothesize on the subject and squint a lot.
Yesterday I spent a nice, quiet Thanksgiving with the family.
While I am usually a big fan of the massive get-together it was nice just to enjoy the company of my family this year.
We got up early, put on some Loretta Lynn and started making pie. Loretta segued into side one of The Outlaws, that became Mars Hotel which then led to a big, long Neil Young jag. I could see this was going to be a day where the vinyl was going to stack up at an alarming rate and that's exactly what it did.
After the morning was lost to food prep, we ducked out of the house and took a walk around the neighborhood. Upon returning we noshed a bit and then retreated to the back yard to toss the football around. I came inside to watch the Lions/Titans game (squinting) but that was a total blowout and not the slightest bit entertaining so I channel surfed on over to VH1 Classic only to find a Pink Floyd marathon going on.
I stumbled for a moment trying to find a connection between Pink Floyd and Thanksgiving and then a light bulb went off in my head: tryptophan.
Pleasantly bored, we made another trek around the neighborhood only this time we decided to explore some of the woods nearby as well as crossing over the street to the lake to skip some stones.
Words like bucolic and idyllic came to mind.
Back home we readied for the feast and destroyed the table full of goods in less time that it took to pronounce the day's name.
Stuffed, we al showered and then sat down to watch a post-dinner family movie... Journey to the Center of The Earth.
In 3D.
It pretty much sucked.
The kids loved it of course.
So after 90 minutes wearing those glassed my eyes were toast. After we put the kids to bed and tucked them in, we did the same of ourselves. I turned the Tv on more as a source of light; it is easier to use the remote to turn off the TV than it is to reach over and hit the switch on the light.
I fluffed my pillows and then heard a familiar sound,"So ya thought ya might like ta go to the show...
Nothing like ending your day with tryptophan, Floyd and technicolored dreams seen through your third eye.
