Memoirous

I’ve been feeling very stressed lately—but, to be honest, I’m always feeling stressed. It’s my go-to reaction to pretty much everything. A physical second guessing. The cataract thing hasn’t helped. One, it presents as an old-person problem and I’m not old. At least I don’t feel old. Nevertheless, it came on quick and are fast-growing. I had an eye evaluation scheduled end of last September and things were fine. They noted my distance vision had worsened, but there was nothing said it was because cataracts were clouding my vision. Then, fast forward to December: And I’;m having trouble driving and at work I keep saying it looks like snow. To be fair, it did snow a lot—just not inside the building. I went back to the eye doc and asked about glasses. I got a pair in February and was told it might take some getting used to. March and April and I’m not seeing any better. So I go back to talk things over. That’s when I’m given an appointment to meet with an ophthalmologist. The process...

I’ve been waiting to write up notes from last cycling day trip because I’ve been so exhausted—I know, I know—I mean weird people exhaustion as I’ve been back to work in an understaffed bicycle shop where I am numerically outmatched by the customers. I would put up a NOW HIRING sign in the window except that even the printer has run out of ink. I’m not a super hero. The McKenzie Pass made me realize I’m a mere mortal   The Pass at 5,325 feet is the longest climb I’ve ever done—maybe not the highest, but the most elevation in one effort—hard to articulate but let me just say I thought I’d be to the top by lunch and, as the hours ticked by, it became more like supper time. It took ALL DAY to climb. Granted we got a late start, which likely threw me off statistically. I rode over to friend’s house where we loaded in—after they made breakfast and got ready. So an hour and a half there. Then another hour or so in the truck. We likely arrived around 11:30—then there were the oblig...