|I watched the final game in a bistro in Nice.|
My cataract surgery has greatly improved my distance vision. The colours are dazzling and for the first time since I was 9 years old, I don't need glasses... only stylish nonprescription sunglasses. I'm still using drops, shunning eye makeup and patching at night but I am delighted.
I've been cleaning my hall closet where I store my photo albums. Do you remember when we used to
put photos in albums, or in boxes or drawers? Twenty years ago, a friend and I rented a Renault Twingo and a house in Provence to explore southern France. On the night of our arrival in Nice, the
car rental attendant spent very little time with us as the final game of the World Cup was starting.
Translation of a car manual and some pointers from a by-passer got us on our way. Although we were tired from travel, we watched the game and the celebrants for most of the night.
|We loved San Raphael beaches.|
|I love lavender.|
I'm not getting very far in my attempts at purging the hall closet. It houses albums, books, linens,
door wreaths and two ancient Brownie uniforms. My mother made albums which include my report cards and the shower cards from when I was born. I go through the contents of the closet every few months and each time, I'm able to "get rid of" a few items. Don't you like the French verb "se débarrasser" better.
There's a down side to cataract surgery. Now I have to deal with some cobwebs. Or turn a blind eye...