the life of a 60-something woman who lives in Wales

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Facing the Future

An old blind woman

I am facing an uncertain future, ever since my optician told me that I have the beginnings of macular degeneration. In case you didn’t know, it is the degeneration of the retina which causes light-sensing tissue at the back of the eye to, well, deteriorate. The end of it is blindness. In the meantime the vision in the centre of my eyes will worsen, until all I will see is around the sides. Dame Judy Dench has it, and she is a woman to look up to. She is still working, though now she needs her scripts to be recorded for her. My father has it, and thereby hangs a lot of anger.

Need’st not strive Officiously

 

I have a lot of time for the RSPCA, I really do. In the main, they do a lot of good in helping wildlife and mistreated pets. However: I do wish they would have sworn not to act officiously. They had the best intentions, I am sure, but what they did was take a placid, friendly, even affectionate tom cat and turn him into a frightened, aggressive and vicious creature. For the best intentions. But if I had that RSPCA official here I’d bite them.

Another Lazy Sunday

Yes, this is my day and it’s another lazy sunday. We’re all a bit tired still from our day out yesterday. I feel just as tired as when I went to bed last night. Age perhaps? It’s annoying, but whenever I’ve been out: to the gym, walking with “the girls”, or just an outing with the family; I feel exhausted and my poor legs ache like fun. I think it’s because I have a slow circulation and really there isn’t a lot I can do about it. Age and diabetes. I have read that I can help it with ibuprofen, but I don’t want to rattle any more than I already do from all the medication I have to take. So I just put up with it. Today’s practically compulsory pic is of the children in the catio. We’ve been letting them stay out all night as it’s been so hot. But last night we had to get them back into the living room for the duration. Large, splashy rain, thunder and lightening did not make Luna feel comfortable. Ollie was all right with it, but Luna wasn’t able to take refuge in the living room in case he laughed at her. So L and I hustled them inside, with extra Dreamies as compensation.

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