Day 1082 Clear Sunsets

 

After a long day, it was so nice to sit at the beach, feel the ocean’s cool breeze, and watch the sky shift colors as it turned to night. I probably should have been home, getting things done around the house before my surgery, but it seemed a shame to miss such a beautiful evening.

Tim said everything else could wait and offered to make up the guest room beds with fresh sheets when we got home. So I sat there, relaxing, imagining him making the beds. And, true to his word, he did it. He started by asking me where to find the clean sheets, then made up the first guest room at top speed, proudly proclaiming his accomplishment with pride and a look of accomplishment, until I told him the second guest room was still waiting. Confident with his skills, I  never went into either room to check his work—I'm trusting both beds are made up and ready for Bridie and the boy… fingers crossed.

I should have done a midweek sheet change on my own bed. Pre-surgery bedding would have been nice, but after lounging at the beach, I just didn’t have it in me. I’m a once-a-week sheet changer—always on Sundays. My friend Dawn has her sheets washed, ironed, and changed three times a week… but she has a maid to do it for her, Imagine that. I suppose if I had a maid, I’d have pristine sheets that often too—who wouldn’t?

As I looked at the skyline last night, I felt a surge of excitement about getting my vision corrected. I’m beyond thrilled to finally see the world the way others always have. You don’t know what you don’t know, but I’m grateful to recognize that I’ve lived my whole life with a vision deficit—and eager to experience the world with fresh, clear eyes.

Here's to sunsets, fresh sheets (hopefully), and seeing everything more clearly—literally and figuratively.