I’m trying out a new, evidently old-age malady. Why would anyone do that? you ask. Good question. I woke up happy and healthy, did my yoga and upper body weights, ran a few errands and then looked in the mirror before heading out to the art museum and lunch with friends. Yikes. A blood vessel had burst in my left eye. Now let me tell you, eyes are gross to look at as it is, but man, that was just plain scary to see.
I went to the eye doctor and it is just bruised. “How?” he asked (he wasn’t the only one). I have no clue. It will take a week to go away, or longer, considering we heal slower and slower the older we get. I feel like I’m falling apart, and I can’t imagine how my mother (thirty four years older than me) is hanging in there so well.
My house was recently full of noisiness. One pod discussed housing options, kids played (that was where the real noisiness came from), and a third group talked over cake and coffee. The discussion made me think of the monstrous houses being built close by, and I wonder when Americans got so spoiled. How many rooms, or how big a room, does each person need? According to statistics, the family size isn’t getting bigger, just the houses. In my parents youth, that size of structure would have housed ten families. I’m kind of liking the tiny house movement myself. Less to clean. Less resources needed.
The weather has taken a Colorado spring turnaround and gotten colder again. The good part is the rain that came with the cold. Moisture is certainly welcome (and needed) after our mild winter and dry spring. We drove through rain and snow falling in the mountains, but looking around up there, I thought the slopes were rather bare. Seems like there should be more of the white stuff on those high hillsides this early in the year. I hope I’m wrong about the snow pack.