By the light of the silvery moon...

It's still dark now when I get up with the dogs at 6 or so.  The last few mornings the moon has been up.  It's waning now, but it was full and so bright it shone through our skylight like a spotlight.  Luminous against the clear sky, I wanted to stay out until it set, which isn't very long at all at that time of the morning. It seemed as if I turned my eyes away just briefly and it was out of sight.  I wanted to hold on, but the moon had its own plans for the morning.

Carpe diem.

The eyes have it

For the first time in 6 weeks, I'm able to put my contacts in.  They make all the difference not only in my sight, but in eye comfort.  Even though I've had them in almost 2 hours this first day, my eyes feel better than without.  What joy the seemingly small things  -- the abilities we take for granted (like seeing without pain) -- bring.  Reminds me to live gratefully.

Which reminds me of Alexander McCall Smith's "The Art of Gratitude".  It's a very gentle mystery with philosopher-sleuth Isabel Dalhousie at center stage.  I really liked it and its' premise that people are not simple and are rarely what we think.  Rings true to me.

I'm also reading G.K. Chesterton's "The Man Who Was Thursday."  My only familiarity with Chesterton was the Father Brown mysteries -- delightful reading.  I'm discovering that Chesterton was quite a man of letters and quite politically astute.  Thursday is one of 7 Brits (named for the days of the week) planning anarchy against France.  Will they succeed?    My edition is annotated and good thing, it's challenging reading but with the notes quite a romp through philosophy, British history, the geography of London, and the politics of anarchy and the absurd.

Sight restored to the blind

Since my last entry, I've struggled with a viral eye infection, which is just about healed. I've listened to quite a few books on cd while stuck at home; the funniest of the lot was "Ladies of the Lake".

The infection came on the heels of a visit to Louisville to celebrate my Mom's 80th' birthday. I enjoyed the time with my family and was incredibly glad I had that memory to tide me through recovery.

The drive from Virginia to Kentucky offers beautiful mountain vistas. What a treat!