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This has been an odd morning. I woke up around 5 a.m. sweating. I had turned the air-conditioner off and left the sheet over me, and it was too hot to have any covers over me at all. Not even a sheet. P:resently, at a quarter until ten, I'm sweating again, even though the temperature is only 79° (26.1° C), because I ate a hot bowl of oatmeal and I'm drinking a hot cup of coffee. The reason I'm perspiring so profusely is simple. The humidity is 95%.
The temperature is reasonable, and it's supposed to stay that way all week. Probably because it's forecast to cloud up and we're predicted to finally get enough rain to end the off and on drought before the weekend comes. It's probably due to the happiness that the end of a drought brings that causes the authors of the I Ching to claim that rain is the blessings of heaven.
I only remember a part of the dream I was having when I woke up sweating this morning. It seems as though I was a student at some school somewhere, and I had rented a room in this rambleshack house on the second floor. Very soon after I returned to this room and found that it was even more forlorn than before, and I couldn't get the door opened because it was blacked by some trash on the inside. I pushed and rattled the door, but it wouldn't come open. A woman's voice yelled out, "Who is rattling my door?"
There was a set of stairs just next to the door to what was supposed to be my rented room, and this woman came downstairs and asked me what I wanted. I explained myself. She didn't seem surprised at my dismay at finding my room in such a mess. She told me to come up the stairs where there were some beds, and I could stay there instead. She was a pretty young woman, and her suggestion was okay with me.
It was about that time that I realized I was hot and laying in my bed having a dream, but I was so distracted by my really being hot that having the hots for this young woman lost a lot of it's inspiration. No matter how I tried I couldn't go back to sleep and go upstairs with the woman. Damn! I decided to turn on the air-conditioner, and get up and check my e-mail while I waited for my bedroom to cool down.
I did have mail from the Kefir group. It wasn't very interesting to me. Some mother writing about how she wanted to pickle some peaches with the whey she had from making kefir, and another e-mail from a woman who offered instruction about how to use the whey to make a carbonated soda. Soon enow I got sleepy again, and in the cool provided by my air-conditioner I slept for another four hours.
Hardly anything I do these days that requires me to see good happens without me thinking about how much better I might be able to see after I get the cataract operation. I only have a week to wait now. The procedure will happen next Tuesday. The only problem is that I can't imagine how it will be for me afterwards.
Just how blind the cataracts make me is almost impossible for me to understand. I see the best I can with what I got. I know that if I don't wear glasses that I can barely read unless it's very large lettering. That doesn't help me to imagine what it will be like to not need glasses. I've needed glasses for over thirty years now, and I was losing my sight without realizing it for a while before I got my first prescription.
The cataract in my left eye is not as bad as the one in my right eye, but due to the astigmatism there, plus the cataract, I still have problems there when I cover my right eye, so when the procedure is done to my right eye, I'll sort of be back to where I was when I was a kid. It will only be after the cataracts in both eyes are removed that the optometrist will be able to fit me with a pair of glasses that will give me 20/20 vision. That's what I can't imagine.
My friend wears contact lenses. The last couple of times he visited me he demonstrated what it's like for his vision to be corrected to 20/20 by reading things like the small print on the labels of stuff laying around my computer desk.
He's not showing off or rubbing it in that I'm pretty blind. He's not that type of person. He does it to get me to think about what it might be like for me to be able to see again. I'm afraid to let myself get too excited about the prospects of seeing that well again. I just have to wait a week, in order to see. Aiiiiyyyeee!
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