The blur of words, whether reading a book, an app on my phone, or while typing this post, is a step past noticeable. The crutches, aka readers, first bought as a potential every-so-often accessory, are increasingly a necessary intervention.
I’m in denial. The fluke that my eyesight is degrading over the past year is not actually real. And instead, it’s a conspiracy theory of Area 51 proportion. Know this: the glasses are just for a stint until everything comes back online and reality is rolled back to pre-alien decline.
With summer’s end, the coneflowers, zinnias, Indian blanket, and milkweed flowers are browning and decaying. Cross-legged, my pants soaked by grass, I peeled and unfurled the once-petals and pistils to scavenger-hunt for seeds. Into plastic bags with Sharpie-written labels they went—a gardening first for me.
I’d adore it if the little life holders would grow big and strong next year, just like their parents did this season. Instead of saying how I’m prepared if they don’t—because I’m not—I’ll put all my cards in the basket that they do.
With one month until I run a half-marathon, I’m doing my best to stay calm. I realize it’s a race, but fun fact: I’m not racing. I want to have fun. I want to take care of my body, slow when it needs a break, and push when it’s feeling good. I anticipate a better time than the 2-hour-and-52-minute one I got in 2018 at the Disney World Half. At that time, I had major sciatica issues.
Perhaps I’ll plan for a longer race next year, too. Getting my body outside and moving is a lot easier knowing very soon, I’ll need to run a very long way for a very long time.
To think, at the beginning of this year, I could barely run 10 to 20 seconds without stopping, whereas now I go 10 minutes-plus.
With night temps in the 50s, the pool temperature’s dropped considerably. Even with 80-degree days, I’m contemplating deflating the floaties, storing them, along with the outdoor furniture.
Well, Dave should be home soon, and we’ll get back to our steamy, sexy, Heated Rivalry show.
Take care.
Love,
Jaclynn
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