My annual visit to the optometrist last week did not go well. Among other problems I am developing posterior capsule opacification (secondary cataracts) again, which means another eye surgery. Specifically laser surgery, which is much easier on me than when they cut into my eyes, but I won't know for sure what the treatment is until I go and see my surgeon. I came away from the appointment rather depressed, but I meditated and napped and when I woke up the next morning my head was in a better place and I've regained most of my calm. This will be the Summer from Hell, apparently, but dwelling on what might happen or how unfair it is (three eye surgeries for someone who is terrified of eye surgery!) won't change anything. Live in the now rather than worry about the future. This is what happens in old age, and it's best not to let it destroy one's peace. The funny thing is that my guy and I presently have to juggle our health conditions. Of course I need surg...
The thrifted Vera Bradley purse I'm presently carrying has, like the last one I patched, developed some fabric wear holes after only a month of daily use. This one has them on both sides of the purse. I think it's the cheap fabric, which seems to be deteriorating due to thinness and age (I wasn't banging the purse into anything.) My fix was a quick one -- sew two small white doilies over the wear spots to keep them from getting worse. I'll likely switch out my purse again soon and wash this one to see if the doily repair holds. I guess the fabric wear is going to be a continual challenge.