Rare and beautiful

I really need to get better about blogging more often. I think I don't do it because it's hard sometimes to write voice to text and then have to correct a lot. Now I have the tablet positioned very close to my mouth, and it is very quiet, so it gets things pretty correct. Having the room quiet is a rare and beautiful thing. I will put off calling for help in order to preserve the quiet. It is easy to wake my neighbor if she is not in a sound sleep, which she isn't most of the time. The voices in her head keep her awake, sometimes 24/7. My other neighbor is a 96 year old with advanced dementia. She also talks to people who aren't there. It can sometimes get loud.

Damn. I just heard K next door. And then I heard AU behind me. Nobody is fully awake yet, so they could drop off again. (They did) Tuesdays are usually the day when the lady who gives me a massage comes. She is off for a month taking a trip with her husband. So it's just me. Sigh.

My sister took me to pick up my new glasses on Saturday. They are for close up. One to four feet in front of me. Of course, if things are that close, I don't need glasses. I can see fine without them, and there's no double vision. Oh yeah, I have discovered that my two eyes both have different focal points. That means I have permanent double vision. Yippee, she said sarcastically. Anyway, I need glasses for distance, not close up. I will call later and give them the bad news. I probably could have figured that out at the eye store, but when everyone thinks they know best, I have found it's easier to give in than to try to change their mind.

Humphrey and I are getting tired of having to say goodbye to each other. It is supremely annoying to lie in bed all day and not be enjoying my sweetest. It shouldn't be too big an ask to have my cat live with me, but I guess when you're in my situation, it is.