My eyes have really been bothering me. What started as “tired eyes” a couple months ago after being on the iPad way too much, turned into something quite different three weeks ago: actual blurriness. The first week of blurriness was only when looking at things near my eyes: a prescription bottle, small print, my iPad. In the second week of blurriness, I noticed things were blurry even when I looked away from what I was reading. I made an appointment for an eye exam, which will happen next week. I have “borrowed” a pair of dime store readers from my dear husband, and have been trying to use them when reading, and they seem to help. I am shocked at how much clearer things are- this must have been an unnoticed issue for some time.
I remember my grandmother often looked over her glasses at me while she was reading. She did this often, because she read often, and no doubt I played a role in distracting her from her book, probably with a million questions. Often. When I was 8 or 9 years old, I flew to Greenbay on my own and stayed with Grandma and Marion on Washington Island.
On arrival, Grandma told me that 4 o’clock was happy hour, and apparently we would be observing this every day. I asked what happy hour was, and she told me it was just a time of day to have your favorite drink, talk, laugh or just be quiet and happy. She asked my what my favorite drink was. Root beer floats, of course. I couldn’t believe that this seemed to be leading to having a root beer float every day. Sure enough, we drove to the little store on Washington Island. Grandma and Marion bought the biggest tub of vanilla ice cream I hade ever seen (a four litre pail) and a flat of little root beer bottles. My eyes must have nearly popped out of my head.
I cannot for the life of me remember what Grandma and Marian’s favorite drink was, but I do remember thinking they were crazy for choosing some disgusting “liquor drink” over root beer floats.
Every day at 4 o’clock, we’d make our drinks. Grandma and Marion would sit in two big comfy recliners next to each other in the living room, and I sat on the floor in front of them. I don’t remember what we talked about, but I do remember it was fun, and I felt loved, and privileged: just me and two little old ladies enjoying each other’s company.