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May. 15th, 2013 11:30 pmNeal and Aiko and I hiked to Horsetooth Falls to see spring ephemerals, which are coming to the end of their season but still filled my eyes up with beauty.
The falls are still full, though not as full, Neal tells me, as they were last week. Aiko balked at taking a drink from the pool at the bottom, so Neal went to the other side and coaxed him. Aiko ran back and forth several times, getting braver and wetter and muddier. Then Neal went behind the falls. Aiko very much wanted him to be rescued from the giant water-monster, but not by Aiko.
I ordered new glasses, which were sorely needed. My prescription has changed a lot in one eye. Also there is some coating delaminating off the lenses. The frames are fifteen years old. I've had the lenses replaced twice. I was hoping for a third round, but no.
It's not that I don't like change. It's that I don't like looking at my face. So mostly I don't, so when I have to, like to choose new glasses, first there's always that moment of, "Oh, God, that's my face, isn't it?" And then I would like to go home to recover, but I have to stay there and do it again and again until I have chosen some glasses. Bad enough if you could do it in private, like trying on swimsuits, but no.
The optician was doing her best to be professional and kind. It is not her fault that I am very uncomfortable with highly-groomed women looking me over and saying things like "You look like you don't want anything too fancy" and "Is this too much bling for you?"
Read Ann Patchett's State of Wonder for book group. I have never read Heart of Darkness but I think this book is in conversation with that. Have you read both? Can you tell me anything about what Patchett is saying about colonialism?
The lilac at the southwest corner of my house, which I'd bet is older than I am, is starting to bloom.
The falls are still full, though not as full, Neal tells me, as they were last week. Aiko balked at taking a drink from the pool at the bottom, so Neal went to the other side and coaxed him. Aiko ran back and forth several times, getting braver and wetter and muddier. Then Neal went behind the falls. Aiko very much wanted him to be rescued from the giant water-monster, but not by Aiko.
I ordered new glasses, which were sorely needed. My prescription has changed a lot in one eye. Also there is some coating delaminating off the lenses. The frames are fifteen years old. I've had the lenses replaced twice. I was hoping for a third round, but no.
It's not that I don't like change. It's that I don't like looking at my face. So mostly I don't, so when I have to, like to choose new glasses, first there's always that moment of, "Oh, God, that's my face, isn't it?" And then I would like to go home to recover, but I have to stay there and do it again and again until I have chosen some glasses. Bad enough if you could do it in private, like trying on swimsuits, but no.
The optician was doing her best to be professional and kind. It is not her fault that I am very uncomfortable with highly-groomed women looking me over and saying things like "You look like you don't want anything too fancy" and "Is this too much bling for you?"
Read Ann Patchett's State of Wonder for book group. I have never read Heart of Darkness but I think this book is in conversation with that. Have you read both? Can you tell me anything about what Patchett is saying about colonialism?
The lilac at the southwest corner of my house, which I'd bet is older than I am, is starting to bloom.