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The Checkered Eye Project

People wearing this symbol have partial blindness aka low vision.

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Goofy poem

My vision’s not the clearest

But if I get really close to my dearest

I can see his facial expression,

Usually meaning “too close Lib” I’m guessin’!

And shopping can sometimes be taxing,

Not an action I choose for relaxing.

But browsing for purses I’ll work through

Reading price is the tough part for me to do

So the trusty wee loupe in my pocket

Ensures that this job I will rock it!

Then when I am out of the store

Dodging traffic is sometimes a chore

So my white cane ensures I feel serene

While I stand and await a “fresh green”

Most fellow pedestrians have sight

And may figure I can’t see the light

So I probably won’t risk my safety

Just to try not to look like a dumb lady.

Then once I am safely indoors

And purses attract me some more

If my white cane is folded away

And I choose one and then go to pay

If I need help and the cashier asks why

That’s when I point out my checkered eye.

If he doesn’t know I’ll tell him what it means

And then once again I’m serene.

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Skating

I recently started ice skating for a bit of exercise.  My hubby Ray and I go to the one hour “older adult skate” a few times a week.  It’s a good thing they don’t call it “mature adult skate” because Ray’s such a goofball they’d never let him in for that.

Being your average Canadian girl, I skated as a kid, mostly on outdoor rinks and frozen ponds.  My Dad would make a rink in our backyard too so I even played a bit of hockey with the family and neighborhood kids.  I can’t recall exactly the circumstances but I’m pretty sure I did a bit of figure skating; it might have been in phys. ed. class.  What I’m saying is that I’m not a complete beginner at skating.

I’ve been having a bit of knee trouble lately so before going I just thought I’d want to be super careful not to wipe out or even have a near wipe out.  I didn’t want to twist my knee or bang it up at all.   I was glad I wouldn’t have any little kids to avoid and felt confident that I’d be able to see my way around and any slow moving skaters I might have to maneuver past. 

You know what I didn’t expect to have trouble seeing?  My laces!  Obviously I haven’t been skating since my sight has diminished to the point where such detail is lost for me. So I’d just yank on the laces I’d get a hold of, figure if I was tightening or not, regrip and keep going.  Getting just one hook at a time on the upper part of the boot, or the next one in order was a crap shoot.  I actually worked up a bit of a sweat fastening up the blades!  And since I was being so careful watching my surroundings as I skated, I never bothered glancing down to see if the laces were coming loose – of course I wouldn’t have been able to see that, would I!  So I was easily able to keep my mind from wandering off to my “to do” list or anything in the past or future because I was making sure to notice my present surroundings and whether or not my skates felt like they were still on tight!  It makes for a very meditative hour.

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Party Pooper?

Here it is, the party season and yup it’s me, I’m the party pooper.  Not a complete party pooper though, I love the feasting and gathering of the month of December, and I know I mentioned in last December’s blog post that there are lots of joys of the season that I like and that don’t require acute eyesight, but I’m going to talk about some of the seasonal things that I find less pleasurable.

 

Parades and most greeting cards are inaccessible to me. When I had little kids I certainly enjoyed their excitement at watching festive floats go by, but I generally wasn’t able to see details or point things out to them. All I will say about greeting cards is this: my friend Pam gave me a stellar example for my 50th birthday.  It was an entire sheet of Bristol board with suitably large text and therefore it was easily accessible for me.  Thanks Pammy!

 

Some who know me well know I don’t like candles.  For the same reason I don’t like camp fires or fireworks either.  Here’s why: If you look right at a camera when the flash goes off, You know how the flash creates a little blind spot for just a sec?  Well average sighted folks may not notice this but things like candle flames; little bits of concentrated brightness, create temporary blind spots in peripheral vision also. Since I only have peripheral vision, these extra blind spots make me blinder than usual.  I find that a nuisance.

 

Christmas trees are not as bad, usually!

 

So I’m actually not a party pooper, I just have trouble enjoying some possible elements of various parties.

 

And now to show I’m not a total Scrooge, a poem.  This was inspired by the “post childhood experience” of December and the potential diverse ways to participate in what I like to call the season of joyous excess.

 

For children there’s the mystery of Santa

Or the wonder of what gifts eight nights may bring

Now I’m in on lots of secrets

It has started me to thinking:

How will I delight myself in years to be?

 

If you’re not Jewish or a Christian in this season,

You still might get some time off work without big reasons

Do not fret I’ve got a theory

I’ve been pondering this query.

There are other ways to view this time of year:

 

It’s Midway!

 

Midway through the longest nights

When there’s lots of snow and ice

Midway through the time when days are very short

 

So if you’re cold put on a sweater

And pretty lights make darkness better

And generosity can help us all feel good

 

We’re giving!

 

I might enjoy the shopping frenzy

I willl share my plenty plenty

And I’ll get a little fat from sweet excess.

 

I’d like to learn the things you do

And I’ll show you my stuff too

And we’ll all have food and drink and fancy dress.

 

It’s Festive!

 

Some will pray and some will visit

For some it’s sacred, some it isn’t

For those down south it’s not short days and freezing weather.

 

So if we like it or we don’t

It is a chance for us to note

That this time does not go on and on forever.

 

It’s Present!

 

Midway through the longest nights

Midway through the pretty lights

Midway through the time when darkness brings us down

 

So if we like it or we don’t

It’s quite important that we note

That our time does not go on and on forever.

 

Let’s party!

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