Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Blessings we take for granted

Well, I survived the second cataract surgery. It was easier this time knowing what had happened last time. Although it was amusing to hear a nurse training a new tech in the operating room as we all waited for the doctor to appear. Actually I never saw the doctor either time but he was there, he tells me. Guess when you are all covered over with blankets and only one eye that is dilated showing through a cloth you don't see much of anything. You certainly need to trust the doctor, the machinery and workers.

Then comes the recuperation from two eye surgeries. My left eye is better but close vision is worse then my right eye is still dilated so it's about impossible to read anything without a magnifying glass. Thus I've been sleeping and watching netflix movies-a good excuse. But I thrive on working at the computer blogging, etc. I keep telling myself patience-time will heal all things. I do have friends with macular degeneration who are permanently disabled in their sight.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Real or make believe

Our resident Mr. Bunny is visiting his girl friend Miss. Bunny, but she's playing hard to get-actually she is a small statue but just the right size and shape to attract a dumb bunny...lol! He hangs around quite a bit, but she never pays any attention to him. Bet he wonders why?


My friend Caryn wonders what I look like without glasses...well here I am! Also in rollers as my hair needs a break from hair dryers and curling irons. It has been a challenge to my patience to take time to heal from my recent cataract surgery, I was going to let my hair color grow out natural--GRAY, but it did not last long.... Tiesday is my other eye then more recuperation time which can teach me more patience. It will take a couple of weeks before I know if I have to wear glasses or not to see long distance, but I will need reading glasses definitely.

With curlers...
Without curlers or glasses!

Friday, October 2, 2015

Moving on...

Each day presents new opportunities
to change, make different decisions,
see possibilities and blessings rather
thinking only of trials and challenges.

How can I grasp, see more clearly
the lessons to be learned each day,
each hour, each minute of now
instead yearning for something better?

Expectations trap me again, enticing
me with their impossible promises
while reality's reasoning sways me
to see more clearly without glasses.

I  hold the key to my attitude toward
my life's direction-positive or pessimistic.
I will choose this day to embrace
all that is and not just wish for more.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Day Follows Day

My sons in 1993 was 22 years ago!
Months come and go with events some memorial and some to be forgotten. It seems amazing to me how life continues day after day with minor and major challenges. Overcoming and learning from trials seems a given. Making progress that is noticeable a daily concern.

Noticing your individual growth is sometimes only available in looking back at journal entries from the past. I have journals from 1974 that preserve my frustrations and triumphs to cope with life as a single parent then remarriage and a blended family-raising teenagers, and becoming a step mother.

Now I look at my posterity going through some of the same trials and experiences, and feel relief that I survived those years and pray for their success and learning as they meet some of the same challenges I faced. Here a link to a blog I wrote recently on "Helping children value family during divorce."

Monday, September 28, 2015

Believe it or not...

I'm authoring several blogs about poetry besides this one on my activities. For info on how to submit for a poetry contest about Southwestern culture see

For a calendar of  Dixie Poets workshops and activities for the month of October, see dixiepoets.blogspot.com

For a fun workshop next spring in Zion Park, see http://poetry-in-the-park.com

Then there is coming up soon The St. George Book Festival which will include the 6th annual YOUTH POETRY CONTEST. See stgeorgebookfestival.org for details.

Doing all this while recovering from cataract surgery is keeping me busy....

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Seeing Clearly Now

"Cataracts!" says the eye doctor
"Do you want surgery now or later?"
Immediately I say, "Later, much later."

Then the blurriness appears,
words that should be clear
are fuzzy as I squint at them.

Time for surgery, I conclude
as I return to the eye  doctor
with fear and trepidation.

"It's a simple operation," all say.
"Piece of cake, and you'll be thrilled
with the results." That doesn't stop my fears.

Soon I am laying flat on a gurney,
oxygen tubes in nose, IV in arm,
blood pressure cuff inflated.

Patches on my chest, meters measuring
my blood sugar, being reassured
by a nurse, "This is the worse part."

But then comes the moment of truth
when I am wheeled into an operating room
a nervous wreck, but there none the less.

I don't remember seeing the doctor,
but he tells me afterwards, he was there
in disguise. "Disguised as what I ask?"

All I can remember is my face being
covered with a cloth with an eye hole,
then after some anesthesia, it was over.

Wheeled back to recovery, I'm still
alive. Thrilled, I survived my first eye
surgery, only one more eye to go.