As some of you may remember, I used to go to America's Best Contacts and Eyeglasses. Never. Again. Ever. I decided to try this new place. I must say that they were awesome from the get-go. Greeted us at the door. Kathy went with me because well.....why would I go to the city alone? That would just be boring. And we all know that when Kathy and I go places, someone has a chance of pissing themselves.
Anyway, they greeted us at the door, and even though I was 30 minutes early...and surprisingly so after Kathy made me take 2 turns that were WRONG!!!...got me right in. They asked me if I wanted to do that little test that blows air in your eye. Of course I don't WANT to do it BUT we have glaucoma and macular degeneration in our family so yes, yes I will do it. But I won't like it.
So, it's then I remember that I forgot to put my glasses in my purse. So I have to take my contacts out (that were killing me because they were too over-used at this point) and walk around blind for a little while. Dr. Shephard diluted my eyes...and that's an uncomfortable feeling...and finished all her tests; and she did A LOT of tests. We talked about the different kinds of contacts and what I like and what I don't like. What I don't like are those stoopid softmeds that feel like I am carrying a cement disk in my eye socket. Acuvue Oasis it is!! Fabulous.
Stuck in my new contacts and away we went. Ahhh...eyeball bliss! My original appointment was at 10:15 and we ended up getting out of there at 10:25. Not bad; not bad at all. I don't have to go back for ANYTHING unless I have problems, for a whole year. Unlike that other jerky place I went to before; that I will never go back to again.
To hobby lobby...with Kathy driving me around now...because my eyes are diluted...and I am fearing for my life...because she sometimes drives like a maniac. Hehehe love you sister! Do you have any idea how hard it is to read price tags after your eyes have been diluted??? Oh dear, it's amazingly hard. Didn't take me long to figure out why Dr. Shephard told me to have my sister check price tags for me. Ha! Couldn't even read the time on my phone. I almost felt crippled!!! How sad is that?
Didn't find what we were looking for at Hobby Lobby...well we did but they were about 3 times as much as what I knew I could get at Walmart. Oh Walmart, I loathe you! So we are going down Army Post Road and remember, Kathy is driving and I am looking around like I've been blind all my life and am just now discovering the world. Kathy had mentioned she wanted to go to QuikTrip to get her some iced tea. Not a problem, we should pass several on the way to the grocery store. Just pick one.
I wanted to go to my favorite grocery store...which seems like an oxymoron to me since I think of grocery shopping as the equivalent of pulling toenails and fingernails out with pliers...in the dirty garage...by a blood covered, greasy haired, homicidal mechanic. So anyway, there we are going down the road and the stoplight ahead of us is red. There are 2 cars sitting at the light and it feels like we are accelerating rather than decelerating. "The light is red." She hits the brake, "I know. Let me get up to it." Uh huh, SUUUUUURE you knew it. I know you weren't paying attention and it's a damn good thing the blind person could see that light!!! We stop, and as usual, as soon as we get stopped, the light turns green and we go forward past the intersection.
The intersection where my favorite grocery store was at. I didn't say a word. I knew if we ended up on the other side of the freeway, there was another. "So where are we going?" my thoughtful sister asks me. "Aldi's." I am still peering out the window...on that cloudy day...with my sunglasses on...like a newborn puppy. "Oh, where is that at?" "Well, we just passed one back at that red light you didn't see that you claimed you saw." Laughter. Lots of it. "Oops. But I did see the light." Whatever helps you sleep at night sister.
We keep driving and I am still gazing out the window. "Did you know there was a trailer park here all this time???" She hadn't ever noticed it either. I wonder what's on the other side of the road that holds my attention. I look to my left and just as I did, we passed the QT. "There's a QT." We've passed the corner...zoom...too late. Now I don't feel so bad that she passed my grocery store. More laughter. Lots more.
We talked about stopping and getting our tattoos but pretty much ended that conversation before it got started. We both knew we weren't going to have that done yet. Next stop is Walmart. I get the things that I needed (from Hobby Lobby) and decide that I don't want to drive around to another grocery store. I'm getting it all here. And I did. Had to stock up for Easter dinner as my cupboards were B-A-R-E.
That job is done. And I couldn't be more thankful for that. Car packed. Lunch at Hooters. Quick stop to the Dollar Tree...just because I wanted to pick up a few things that I didn't need to begin with. Now I get to drive.
I graciously took my sister to the nearest QT...because I love her more than she loves me...and let her get her iced tea finally. I tried to drive like her but then again...it scared the beejeezus out of me so I won't be doing that again anytime soon. It really is a wonder that she has a valid driver's license. -_- Maybe it's not valid...............
We headed south to Truro. I wanted to show her the park that I have heard so many stories about...the slide that isn't there anymore but is loved by my aunts and uncles. I took her to the cemetary and showed her some family grave sites. They really need a bathroom out there though. I have to pee everytime I go there. My apologies to those that had to get mooned while I relieved myself. :O
Back on the road to East Peru. Or Peru. Whichever it is. Don't confuse this with the country of Peru. This little burg is pronounced Pee-Roo. I thought I was going to have to tattoo that on Kathy's hand so she could remember. Before we got into town though, we took a little side trip out in the country. I wanted to show her this piece of farmland that our Greats.....or someone.....had lived on. Then on to the King Cemetary we go!
The road was a little sketchy because it needed some new gravel and there were 2 big puddles in the middle of the road at the bottom of the hill...and it was kind of a scary little road. I don't know why I always think that...that it's a scary road. Just a lot of trees I guess. But at the end of the road is the cemetary and off of that is a long driveway to someone's beautiful log cabin house. We never go that far down though.
We got out of the car and started walking up this hill and sis says to me, "Who is buried here and where are they at?" Of course I can't remember for sure and scream out loud for the living...and maybe unliving...to hear, "Family, where are you?" Immediately Kathy lets out this blood curdling S-C-R-E-A-M!! Of course, my first thought is that they have heard me and come to greet us. She scared me so bad that I screamed too! Don't you hate when that happens??? You scream because someone's scream scared the pee-diddle out of you??? As I scream, I turn toward Kathy...fully expecting to see a ghost of someone that knows who we are and "what we did last summer," and there's a dog.
Seriously. A dog. I even have a picture of him. Let's see if it loads the right way or not.
Nope, it didn't load right. Anyhow...this dog just wants someone to pet him and play with him. He was soooooooooo friendly and so pretty. When I told him to sit, he sat. Wished he had a name tag on though so I could have called him by name. Next time I will have to remember to have a treat or two for him. So this is the reason my sister screamed bloody murder in the cemetary. We laughed about it at Easter dinner and she says, "All I could hear was breathing coming up behind me." And as Quintin so eloquently put it, "The last thing you expect to hear at a cemetary is breathing." Very well said my dear, very well said. I'm not sure how Kathy didn't pee herself.
And this dog KNEW she was scared of it...and kept trying to jump up on her. That, my friends, was hilarious. She would stop and say, "Get down" or "stop jumping on me." I finally had to hold him and kiss on him to get him calmed down enough Kathy would put her tender hand out and finally pet him. Geez what a wiener. Kathy, not the dog.
So, on to Peru. Where it all happens. Happened. At some point or another. I showed her the little house that our Grandpa Weed was born in. Two room shack...if that. She thinks we need to buy it and fix it up a little bit. Won't put any electricity in it so nobody could "cook" in it. Hahahaha that cracks me up. I wonder who owns it........
Went straight somewhere that we should have turned but ended up coming out south of Winterset and it all worked out. Wanted to show her Podunk, Iowa though. I will have to remember to do that next time.
What a blast we had. Then I had to come home and clean my house. That was full of home construction pieces, bookshelves that I had given to me (4 of them), and a WHOLE LOT OF.....dust. Ugh........but we got it all cleaned up...well most of it anyway. Hosted Easter dinner Sunday for us, Kathy, Jackie, Aunt Ruth, Samantha and Shaun. We had a good time and waaaaaaaaay too much food.
My mom always taught us that nobody should leave hungry. I am just like her in that I make too much food. But I don't care. I always will.
I hope this made you smile like it made me smile. Until next time!!!
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