I broke my glasses last night. I felt the right side snap and dislodge, taking my ability to see clearly along with it. I don't recall doing anything attributable to the sudden release of its hold on my head. It just happend, in the same manner as a loose screw eventually allowing a lens to escape. It seemed like an easy enough fix with some superglue and attention to protecting the hinges. I calmly noted the event to Jen before casually working to resolve this latest interruption to life, by life. It felt rewarding, a moment acknowledging an achievement Id lost sight of while captivated by the act and actions of doing the work. I rolled with it. I am hoping to make them last until I can get an eye exam done, as I believe my sight has degraded further. My lunch with Oshin and Pamela went well and at the same time my County code effort got overriden. The amount of work piling up around me is getting overwhelming. Tommy met me at the necrology appointment. I sat there with a nurse, doctor, and my son as the doctor sternly emphasised that I was in a bad situation to take risks. The average male has a 12-16 mm spinal canal, while I have 7-10 range. The degraded discs herniation means that even a substantial fall would be of concern. Thing have improved gradually as far as recent pain goes, but the risks remain. I was being told about the need to take it easy because I am now old enough to be high risk for injury. This was like a movie scene. Its perhaps an epiloge to my book. I was looking tonight at some videos I took of Linda in hospice and throughout the year. I realized watching it now makes me sad that, as aware as I was of her fate, I had less presence and awareness of it's significance in the moment as I do in hindsight. I am trying to see life more richly, as it occurs.
