New eyeglasses ordered

I'd forgotten to mention that last Monday, I stopped by Smeelink Optical near the Ferris campus and checked out their selection of frames. I found a frame I really like. And thanks to the two different insurance plans my spouse and I have, I got my new glasses ordered with a relatively small out-of-pocket expense. Now I'm eager for them to come in. The photo accompanying this blog is of my new spectacles.

As I often do, I just checked out Ellie's blog and must admit to being horribly jealous of her azalea bush. One of my forsythia bushes shows signs of budding, but with the snow that's falling today, I doubt I'll see the yellow profusion of blossoms for many weeks to come. Thanks to the fierce winds we've had, the trees in our front yard now look stripped of the leaf buds they'd been developing. This is the same weather system that dumped a couple of feet of snow on the Midwest in the last couple of days. Think Spring! Come on, Mother Nature, you can do it!

I finally corresponded with my friend and mentor, Marty Townsend, who has recovered well enough from her benign brain tumor that she will be returning to teaching next week. That's a relief. She's such a plucky lady.

My husband's nephew and his wife are expecting their second baby. Maybe one day I, too, will have a grandchild to spoil and cuddle. Meanwhile, I worry about my cat Simon far too much. He's my baby, even if he is an old man in cat years. The other day, there appeared to be blood in his stool. Since he has the cat version of irritable bowel syndrome, that's not unusual, but it may mean his problems are growing worse.

I slept badly last night, partly due to my husband's ghost-chasing dreams. He began kicking at me again (he's actually running in his dream), and then he began snoring rather loudly. I turned on the white-noise machine, which helped somewhat. It didn't drown out the neighbor returning home at 3:30 a.m. with his stereo as loud as he could get it. Oh, well. Generally our neighborhood is quiet, and as seldom as I get to share the bed with my spouse these days, I shouldn't complain if he's chasing ghosts. I'll just get some shin guards to sleep in. Maybe I'll just make him wear socks to bed. The way his legs churn, though, he might set the sheets on fire with friction.