My mom has been legally blind all my life. If she is conscious, she is wearing glasses. Thick ones.
If you ask her a queston while she is lying in bed, her first response is "wait a minute, let me put my glasses on" as if she cannot process information or formulate a response without them.
Every Soule family cat learned early on (first, to bug Dad, because he's the morning person, but in his absence) the way to get Mum up in the morning is to bat her glasses off the night stand.
She wears them on the boat, at the beach, in the pool and even on the Matterhorn ride at Disney which was a huge mistake because they were immediately flung from her face and smashed to bits. We know because they were mailed to her later by the lost and found department. But that's another story entirely.
But all that has changed.
My mom recently had cataract surgery on both eyes (one week apart) which had the bonus advantage of a dramatic reduction in her nearsightedness. We came home from Cape Cod a few weeks ago to find my mother sitting on the couch knitting...with no glasses on.
I find this to be very strange. Mum, without glasses, not looking comatose. Weird.
Here she is (with Dad, naturally) enjoying dessert on Father's Day:
another month later, I'm taking stock.
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