Nesting

I feel like a woman about to give birth. This week brings me new eyes—in the form of cataract surgery. Nesting is what a pregnant woman does shortly before her baby is born. And babies change so much of one’s world and perceptions.

For the surgery itself, one friend advises enjoying the light show rather than being anxious. Though she says she only noticed the psychedelics when her second eye was done. Maybe it depends on the amount of anesthesia?

I’m wondering how my sight will change afterwards. Newly opened eyes might force me to wash some windows! One friend discovered her wrinkles. Others have mentioned the more positive results of seeing colors and details come to life.

Meanwhile, because I may not be driving for a few days, I’ve defrosted our freezer, made jam with frozen apricots from this season’s small harvest, and need to buy groceries mid-week, since I’ll miss our usual Saturday trip.

There may be no blog next week. I’ll be adjusting to distance vision, and the need for reading glasses (cheaters) for near focus. And I’ll be cleaning house for a sisterly visitation due to arrive in a couple weeks—fun! fun! fun!

What really cries out is my desire to not lose my daily discipline of writing. I proved I could produce a blog every week (with exceptions). I then challenged myself to write daily to solve the dilemmas dreamed up in the first two of a science fiction trilogy that need to be resolved in the third book.

If my consciousness can dream up a problem, it can dream up a resolution. I know it will resolve, but some of the details are eluding me. I have to pay attention—daily—to be sure to catch them as they appear.