Our dinner last night was freshly made ceviche (a simple dish in which bite sized pieces of raw fish are marinated in citrus juice) that Mr F bought at a Farmer’s Market on his way home from work. A good choice we thought, for the last supper.
But Harold Camping’s doomsday prediction that “the world would end at 6p.m on May 21 (Friday night in the USA) with a series of ‘super terrible’ earthquakes to hit New Zealand and then roll on time zone by time zone” didn’t come to pass. Surprise!
I’d like to know whether he’s going to do something for those folks who “gave up their jobs, sold their homes, maxed on their credit cards ” in order to help him raise the $100 million for the worldwide publicity campaign?
When I woke up today and saw my bedroom was still standing I was a wee bit disappointed, because it meant had to go to my eye doctor to pick up my new glasses.
I dread having to get a new prescription, if they’re not perfectly accurate I’ll know – I’m like the princess and the pea – any slight mistake in my prescription, or the way my glasses sit on my nose, and I’ll get one of those ‘sick headaches‘ that leaves me feeling nauseous and shaky.
I don’t remember the last time I had a prescription done correctly the first time, which means I have to drive backwards and forwards across town to Beverly Hills.
Why don’t I find a closer eye doctor?
Because of Sharon who works for Dr B.
In January when my glasses broke she told me: “You’re such a challenge, but I like it because it makes me happy to know I can do something for you.”
My lenses had to be redone this time because they were off 2/10 of 1 mm in one eye. I don’t know what that means, I just know I had eye strain in my right eye after wearing them all day.
I enjoyed my drive across town today, perhaps it was because the world didn’t end last night and I was able to enjoy such a perfectly beautiful spring day – the gardens were bursting with color, some streets were purple with jacaranda trees – and also because Anne Litt plays great music on KCRW on Saturday afternoons.
I haven’t tried the glasses. Yet. I’ll wear them tomorrow.
A little poem:
by Anonymous. Public domain.
It was the first of May
A lovely warm spring day
I was strolling down the street in drunken pride,
But my knees were all a-flutter,
And I landed in the gutter
And a pig came up and lay down by my side.
Yes, I lay there in the gutter
Thinking thoughts I could not utter
When a lady passing by did softly say
‘You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses’ — And the pig got up and slowly walked away.
(from the Writer’s Almanac May 1, 2011)