Spring Waxing Bee Hiving Moon
Played space invaders again this morning. My ophthalmologist insists on calling it a visual field. It tests peripheral vision, a clue to advancing glaucoma. I have already been treated with laser holes for narrow angle glaucoma, but now, in a not surprising development, my pressures have inched up past high normal, so I’m adding another drug to my list. These bodies definitely have a sell-by date and mine is beginning to turn brown like the lettuce in an old batch.
In addition, to add insult to the diagnosis, my ophthalmologist, whom I’ve seen for twenty years or so, has decided to retire. This is my last visit with her. So, not only does the body begin to retire from its functions, so do the folks who take care of it. My dentist retired two years ago; my internist left three years ago. Pretty soon I’ll be the only one left.
Sculpture. Here’s a peculiar lacunae. I bought the Grove Dictionary of Art on sale. It’s 30+ thick volumes of wonderful information. But. It has no sculpture section. Strange. Lots of stuff on individual sculptors, traditions, sculptures, but no general article.
Just finished the legcom call, now into Oceanaire for a birthday dinner with Mark.
