Surviving the Heat Wave

The weatherman is giving us a scorcher of a week.  Seems we are under a "high pressure ridge" which will keep the remnants of Hurricane Hillary to our north, so no benefit in terms of rain for the next week or so.  Monday is the first of four days in a row predicted to top the 100 degree mark (F, of course).  The last time I remember a week like this was the summer Dad took us camping... I'm thinking 1963?  We drove up to Colorado, where in Lima they apologized for the heat (it was 90) and we said, "That's OK, it's 110 back in Lincoln, Nebraska."  And our '63 Rambler American did NOT have AC (neither did our house, back home).

On that trip, we encountered the concept of flash floods in the mountains.  Big Thompson canyon is known for them, but we first saw them at the foot of Pike's Peak.  That was one camping trip.  We begged Daddy to stop at a motel the next night, and he did, in Estes Park.

Colorado is an amazingly beautiful state.  But on that particular trip, I think we kids at least were "over it" by then.

Back to the present day:  Monday's eye appointment

I saw my regular dude that prescribes my glasses.  He did an exam of the eye that had the cataract removed, not paying much attention to the other one.  He tested my vision on just that side, shined a light and looked at its innards, and pronounced it healing just as it should.  He said they cannot prescribe new lenses until 3-4 weeks post-surgery, and we made an appointment for September 11th to do that bit.

He said I might expect to continue to see the floaters that are an aftereffect of medication for a couple more weeks, and that my vision could both improve and deteriorate during the next few weeks.  This is all normal.  So onward!

My older sister has agreed to drive me that day, since they plan to dilate my eyes.  So all ducks in a row for that next chapter.

Tuesday I can go back to the trainer

I have no restrictions on activity, but I expect I'll be doing a gentle re-intro workout. I'm looking forward to my warm-up on the elliptical, watching the activity across the street, with two eyes that see!

I did put on my "auto-hanky" (a.k.a. cloth mask) for my workout.  My nose was feeling a bit drippy, and I was prepared to work out sans glasses that way.  I enjoyed reading signs across the road without them.

Look who's out of her under-couch cave!

Rubia came up the stairs to greet me when I emerged from my bedroom for the day on Tuesday.  She's moving slow, but she's moving.  Monday I had got out the wet cat food to tempt her out.  Each morning I've been refilling the water dish, and that brings her out for a bit, too.  Little dear, still frail, but improving, and able to live as a geriatric cat as long as I don't disturb her routine too much (like having other people here, or heaven forbid, Carl).

Speaking of Carl... the plan is to meet him and his paw-rents at the dog bar this evening.  Give me my canine fix, not just Carl but all his furry friends, too.

Life is good.  Spark on!