Home is the Hunter, Home from the Hill…

…and the doggy home from daycare. Plus, I’m home from the ophthalmologist. You know, those tests you have done when you’ve reached a certain dewiness in the Garden of Life. (Ahem.) Plus, a check on the glaucoma surgery done last year.

All is well. Nerves are perfect. Field of vision is great. Pressure is wonderful. I have to go back in six months. Pretty standard.

I only see my doctor twice a year. If I had to see her any more often I would probably go screaming into the night. I waited two hours to see the first person. Next test twenty minutes. Next test an hour. Next test forty minutes. I got out of there about four hours later and was happy to escape.

Stanley didn’t eat before he went to daycare so he didn’t get any bones. I spent the entire time at the eye doctor feeling guilty. Then, when we came home he lay on the kitchen floor eyeing me like we were combatants instead of cuddle buddies. I took his food out of the refrigerator, uncovered it, put it down again, and walked off.

A few minutes later the unmistakable slurps of a famished canine could be heard. I was very calm. I didn’t jump up and down. I merely told him, “Good boy,” and gave him his two bones.

In other words, all is well at Casa Ranney. 🙂

Tomorrow we’ll actually get some work done.

EDITED TO ADD:

Picture of Stanley and his new buddies at daycare:

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10 thoughts on “Home is the Hunter, Home from the Hill…”

  1. Congratulations to Stanley. He is learning the ways of the world. Now, if people who provide services for us could learn that our time is almost as important as theirs, that would make them almost as smart as Stanley.

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    • I’m just grateful I only have to see my eye doctor twice a year – at least for now. I know they’re busy, but jeepers.

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    • I have narrow angle glaucoma because of the weird shape of my eyes. I’m so far sighted I can see a plane land in La Guardia without my glasses, but I can’t see my palm. I had the surgery where they drilled a hole in each eye to relieve the pressure. Thank heavens for lasers. It used to be much more complicated.

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