Glenn and I moved some plants out of the expected rains, an October harvest, prior to which I shop vac-ed a bit, spewing fine what powder out the rear while barely getting enough pressure to lift a few rat turds.
I also swept a bunch in the basement, wherein the dust is harder to see but nevertheless a suspect. New hot water heater going in, the last one lasting from a manufacture date in 1992, and installed before we moved in to what these days we call the Blue House.
I'm blaming the fine dust for the more milky vision, but according to WebMD and other sources, I'm overdue for another eye exam. I rolled over on my main frames the other night, falling asleep to quantum mechanics (Bell's Theorem experiments again), and woke up to another logistical challenge.
Of course it doesn't help that the city's air is full of particulate matter, the detritus of incinerated forest out the Gorge. I-84 has been closed for some time. The fire is less than half contained.
Lloyd Center Lenscrafters didn't carry spare parts, only sparkling new frames, but I was directed to a place I'd seen driving by on numerous car trips, may have even patronized in chapters past: a frames fixer on SE Powell and Foster.
The guy was quick with the frames. All they needed was new bows. This milky vision symptom came later and seems fleeting hence the shop vac dust theory. However I'm reminded by the Internet that I've got the problems of an almost sixty year old male.
I switched my healthcare plan awhile back and haven't visited my primary provider since the switch. However we're talking eye doctor here, not family care.
I'll be relying on pretty good vision in the coming weeks given all the driving and coding I have scheduled. Vacation time is coming to an end.
No I don't have a bizmo yet (beyond the body itself), although my friend Tim Hitchcock does. He brought it to Sam Lanahan's gala gathering on Friday. More about that gathering in another post.
I also swept a bunch in the basement, wherein the dust is harder to see but nevertheless a suspect. New hot water heater going in, the last one lasting from a manufacture date in 1992, and installed before we moved in to what these days we call the Blue House.
I'm blaming the fine dust for the more milky vision, but according to WebMD and other sources, I'm overdue for another eye exam. I rolled over on my main frames the other night, falling asleep to quantum mechanics (Bell's Theorem experiments again), and woke up to another logistical challenge.
Of course it doesn't help that the city's air is full of particulate matter, the detritus of incinerated forest out the Gorge. I-84 has been closed for some time. The fire is less than half contained.
Lloyd Center Lenscrafters didn't carry spare parts, only sparkling new frames, but I was directed to a place I'd seen driving by on numerous car trips, may have even patronized in chapters past: a frames fixer on SE Powell and Foster.
The guy was quick with the frames. All they needed was new bows. This milky vision symptom came later and seems fleeting hence the shop vac dust theory. However I'm reminded by the Internet that I've got the problems of an almost sixty year old male.
I switched my healthcare plan awhile back and haven't visited my primary provider since the switch. However we're talking eye doctor here, not family care.
I'll be relying on pretty good vision in the coming weeks given all the driving and coding I have scheduled. Vacation time is coming to an end.
No I don't have a bizmo yet (beyond the body itself), although my friend Tim Hitchcock does. He brought it to Sam Lanahan's gala gathering on Friday. More about that gathering in another post.
