It seems that books, speeches and such are made up of
constructive well-developed thoughts, while often my blogs are stream of
consciousness nonsense. I surely hope they never come up with a mind-reading
machine because my mind would probably blow it up. So, for the past five days
while being forced to stay inside because of the winter weather I decided to
try to remember what I thought most about every day.
Friday: “DO they
really think it’s going to snow six inches?”
“They are way too sure of themselves; I’ll believe it when I see it.” “Glad
I don’t have to run to the store for milk, bread or eggs.” “There’s the rain.” “I’d
better see if I can find something on Netflix because all these people on TV
can talk about is the weather.”
Saturday: “Where’s
the snow?” “My back door is frozen shut.” I took Vivi out and I walked around
to the back door to see if I could push it open. Vivi stood on the front porch
looking at the white mixed bag of precipitation and daring me to make her put
her feet, much less her bottom, on that
cold ground. My neighbor in the town home next to me came out and cleaned off
his porch, steps and sidewalk. My spirit fell when I realized he was not going
to step about ten steps over and clean mine. I settled down for a long winter’s
nap but decided to get acquainted with my new Apple TV, a special gift from
some special friends over the holidays. This caused me to smile and not care
that I was housebound and would not get out my front door for days to come. I
watched “The Sound of Music” for about the fiftieth time and for the fiftieth
time wondered if it was going to end right.
Sunday: I watched the
live message from my church and got upset with myself for having been so
grumpy. I made a pot of vegetable soup and watched “the Sound of Music” for the
fifty-first time and wondered for the fifty-first time if it was going to end
right.
Monday: “Vacuum, here
I come.” Left-over veggie soup for lunch. “Bathrooms, get ready for the smell
of cleaners because here I come.” Grilled cheese for dinner. “Well, the bathrooms
and vacuuming can wait until tomorrow.” Turned on the Apple TV and there was no
picture on the movie I was going to watch. I called the AppleCare accessibility
line and the guy could not understand how I could see there was no picture on
the TV but could see the apple when the TV came on. Me either, but as I was
playing around while he was trying to figure it out the picture came on. After
the movie I watched an old rerun of “The Dick Van Dyke Show” which I have seen
at least fifty times. It was still funny.
Tuesday: “I thought it was going to be 40 degrees today.
There’s nothing dripping like melting snow outside.” “Bathrooms, here I come,”
and I did. “Vacuum you may as well wait until tomorrow because it’s going to be
nothing but muddy outside if it ever gets up to 40 degrees.” Late in the
afternoon I went down my front steps standing up for the first time since
Friday.
Bored yet? I know if my cousin from Chicago reads this he’ll
think I’m a total idiot for thinking six inches is anything to gripe about. He’d
be right. But actually what is such a phenomenon over these five days is not
what I thought about at all, but what I didn’t think about … blindness.
And this blog ends up being another one of my reasons for
starting it in the first place, to show how a blind person lives in a sighted
world. Blindness never crossed my mind but twice, once when my neighbor didn’t
clear my sidewalk and when I called the AppleCare accessibility line. It’s
always a blessed day when we can forget that we may have some limitations, and
of course these thoughts if strung together would be less than a minute of my
time. So many wasted thoughts, yet when you use them to see something
worthwhile they can become constructive after all … at least as long as BlogSpot
hasn’t changed their formatting page again.
