This was class day and vision therapy day. It is amazing that I can see better at times with my left eye than I do with my right. It isn’t that the right one is getting worse. The left is definitely getting better. When I’m doing the exercises, I can imagine that my lens is going “ying ying ying ying ying” as it goes in and out–kind of like the robots in movies. You know, our eyes generally get worse as we age because we get lazy and quit really focusing on things. One of the women in my church is evidently doing some kind of vision therapy. She was doing some eye exercises when she was in Sabbath School recently. Kind of a strange place to do it but I guess it’s whenever she gets the opportunity. There are lots of methods out there but the one I use is a “one size fits all” with different routines for different conditions. It’s extremely portable, too, and doesn’t require anything else except for a timer, washcloth, and maybe some tape now and then.
Now on to other things. Breakfast was OJ and well over a quart of banana/mango/green curly leaf lettuce smoothie. I took it and drank it in class. The mango was better than the other one I had a few days ago.
I didn’t get around to eating a snack–again–but it did hold off raining long enough for me to get in three laps this morning. Lunch was a huge banana/pear/green curly leaf/red leaf lettuce smoothie and a fuyu. One of the nurses made a face at my smoothie and acted like she was going to throw up. I asked her what she was eating. She said in a flat tone of voice, “PORK.” She knows that what she was eating and what I was eating were at opposite ends of the spectrum. She is an FNP at my doctor’s office and we’ve had some serious talks about diet. Her lunch was a hot dog and chili. I couldn’t resist saying, “So you are having pig lips and ground up dead cow.” She glared at me. More about this later. I shared some of my fuyu with the others. Oh, she said, “You must go hunting for different kinds of fruit.” I told her that I’m on a quest to eat as many varieties of fruit as I possibly can before I die. She thought that was a good idea. I think it’s a great one!
I went for another three laps around the building while I listened to Dr. D. and the PHP. My battery died before I could finish the 12th CD but not before I got chastised for what I’d said at lunch. Dr. D. said that a raw foodist should never make inappropriate remarks about what other people are eating. I felt bad about what I’d said but she and I have the type history that we kind of do things like that to each other. I’ll try to be nicer in the future, though. If I get too serious with her, she’ll think I’m sick.
On the way home, I stopped and got a box each of tomatoes and oranges. Somehow, the conversation got around to Creation and how many different kinds of fruit God made. They laughed when I said God must’ve had fun but I think He did. Just think of the beautiful fruit on my fruit page and those are only a drop in the bucket.
It was coconut time when I got home. I’m sure some people wonder why I eat it and don’t try to conserve it. Young coconut is very perishable and it isn’t smart to “save it for later”. You need to eat it while it’s fresh or you have to throw it away. One fellow has said that the ones we get that are shipped in are a dim shadow of what the ones straight off the tree are. Well, maybe so, but I don’t have a coconut palm handy so I’ll have to make do with what I can get.
I had a potato, some kim chee, tomatoes with Tajin (I started out without it and just had to add some), and a persimmon. I wasn’t in the mood for salad today.
I have something that will keep my feet warm tonight. Years ago, I had some down booties. There was only one place I’d been able to find them this year and that was Hammacher Schlemmer. They were listed at $24.95. Not bad for down booties. I ordered them and they came today. They’d been discounted to $14.95!
Also years ago, I’d looked at some Imari china and let it slip by without buying it. Earlier this week, I found a single plate on eBay. It’s much prettier “in person”. At least I have that one now.
Well, as my family has a way of saying, “Life on the edge.” And now I’m going to get ready for bed before it gets any later.