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ed_rexI have been working, in fits and starts (mostly fits, but what else is new?), on a response to sck5000's long-winded and only occasionally really rude responses to my previous post, along with a couple of short story starts and a rant about the junior-jingoism currently attempting to quell serious debate on serious issues in this country, and have been finishing up on bloody little.
Steve? You'll have to wait a little longer (much to your relief I'm sure, not to mention the relief of the rest of My Gentle Readers).
I am still half-blind. Due to a strange over-sight on the part of my surgeon, my GP's absence for holidays, and my refusal to take Laura's suggestion that I push harder serious, I only managed to get a consultation with an opthamologist last week.
That doctor, I am happy to say, told me I am healing very well (in fact, she said that people having their orbital bones replaced "often" require one or two more sessions under the knife). I am less happy to report that I am now officially an old man.
My new, hideously expensive, glasses will be bifocals. That's right, folks. From 4-eyes to 8-eyes.
Not that I didn't, on some level, expect it. I've been noticing for some time that small-print - the contents of vitamin bottles, young people's websites, and other sundry arcana have been getting increasingly hard to read over the past 2 or 3 years.
And so it has come at last. Not only do I need lenses to correct my astigmatism, but also my new-found friend, short- (or is it far-?) sightedness.
Well, whatever. The new pair are supposed to be ready sometime this week. Believe you me, I can't wait. I work with computers, I read a lot ... my eye-sight is important to me, and I am growing extremely weary of walking around in a blurry haze. Bring on the bifocals! I cry. Bring 'em fucking on.
Meanwhile, Laura and I are swiftly approaching the second anniversary of our first date, almost as rapidly the second anniversay of the first time we enjoyed what is now our bed and - amazingly - are only a few weeks away from our first anniversary as co-habitants.
I am happy to report I love her more now than I have at any time before. That girl has brought more joy into my life than I know how to say; I only hope I have managed the same for her.
Steve? You'll have to wait a little longer (much to your relief I'm sure, not to mention the relief of the rest of My Gentle Readers).
I am still half-blind. Due to a strange over-sight on the part of my surgeon, my GP's absence for holidays, and my refusal to take Laura's suggestion that I push harder serious, I only managed to get a consultation with an opthamologist last week.
That doctor, I am happy to say, told me I am healing very well (in fact, she said that people having their orbital bones replaced "often" require one or two more sessions under the knife). I am less happy to report that I am now officially an old man.
My new, hideously expensive, glasses will be bifocals. That's right, folks. From 4-eyes to 8-eyes.
Not that I didn't, on some level, expect it. I've been noticing for some time that small-print - the contents of vitamin bottles, young people's websites, and other sundry arcana have been getting increasingly hard to read over the past 2 or 3 years.
And so it has come at last. Not only do I need lenses to correct my astigmatism, but also my new-found friend, short- (or is it far-?) sightedness.
Well, whatever. The new pair are supposed to be ready sometime this week. Believe you me, I can't wait. I work with computers, I read a lot ... my eye-sight is important to me, and I am growing extremely weary of walking around in a blurry haze. Bring on the bifocals! I cry. Bring 'em fucking on.
Meanwhile, Laura and I are swiftly approaching the second anniversary of our first date, almost as rapidly the second anniversay of the first time we enjoyed what is now our bed and - amazingly - are only a few weeks away from our first anniversary as co-habitants.
I am happy to report I love her more now than I have at any time before. That girl has brought more joy into my life than I know how to say; I only hope I have managed the same for her.
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Well, Holy Moly - How Do You Do?
Date: 2006-03-27 04:34 am (UTC)It was almost as strange seeing Marcos then is it was coming across you - his current girl-friend - in my journal 5 years down the line.
Marcos and I were never close friends. The 3 years that - when I was a young boy first down to the big city from Sudbury - separated Marcos and me saw to that, in part - but he was one of those who nevertheless did see something in that nervous young boy and welcomed me into his world.
By the time I fully enterred it, he had left for others. But he was one of the first "cool" people to take me seriously, and I never forgot that. Besides, he kept popping-up every now and again.
Anyway, long story short ... Howdy. I think it's very cool you popped by. I hope you do again.