A New Day

Steve, AKA my human alarm clock, called me as I was sending him an e-mail around 9:00 a.m. that I was indeed vertical and out of bed. The two goals I have for today are the following: 1.) go to the optometrist so my contact lenses would not be held hostage (a good and sneaky incentive for me to make the appointment) and 2.) get some form of exercise. I accomplished both. Here's a great tip from my optometrist: take a warm washcloth, use mild soap or baby shampoo, and run them over the top and bottom of your eyelids. Then wash your eyes with water or saline. This will keep your tear ducts from clogging up and irritating your eyes. Also, taking Omega 3 vitamins are good for your tear ducts, too. Thank you, Dr.R. for the tips, especially in winter where eyes can get dry and irritated. I arrived home from the eye appointment and was wistful that I couldn't call Mom to see how her day was going. (That's the hardest part for me right now.) As I was tearing up, Steve drives up and spends his lunch hour with me so we could watch the inauguration together. What a great ceremony and a positive distraction. After the festivities are over and everyone is wining and dining in the White House, I drive to the ice rink and thought I left my ice skates at home. After a phone call to Steve, I look in the trunk of the car and there they are. With grief, I certainly contracted a case of the stupid. Yesterday was like that too. Let me share with you what happened at the spa yesterday: I scheduled a massage and we arrived at about 4:00 p.m. I first tell the receptionist I could find my way to the dressing area and then proceed to walk in the wrong direction! One of the staff escorted me to the top of the stairs in the opposite direction. Oops. Then, after I have taken the spa steam shower and robed and waiting for the massage, I attempt to turn off the timer. (I am not good with any kind of gadget.) The stupid thing goes off and I about jump out of my skin! I thought heck with it and cranked the timer for an hour (and later told my massage therapist, who successfully turned it off.) Finally, the diet coke in my purse exploded in the dressing room. (*Sigh*) But the massage was good.