On the Easter weekend, we were fortunate to have our
daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter come for an overnight visit. We love it
when they are able to come. Of course, we love it for all the usual reasons of
their company, but while they are here, Jen usually takes it into her head to
help me with some house cleaning.
In particular, Jen inspects the shelves of the fridge, discarding
things such as salad dressing with have gone beyond their expiry date. She
usually sorts through the pantry section making sure that I have canned goods lined
up with like items grouped together.
This past weekend, she tackled the counter top beside the
phone. This small space has become a bit of a catch all for me for a selection
of miscellaneous items. It was while she was working at this that she called me
into the kitchen
“Mum, I now have proof of your low vision,” she exclaimed.
I noted she was holding up a small box in her hand.
“What is it?” I asked.
“This is the proof,” she explained. “This is a box of chocolate
mints left over from Christmas. I am positively sure that if you had been able
to see that it was here, you would have polished these off already.”
So, no need to go to the optometrist or ophthalmologist. The
proof of my low vision is an uneaten box of chocolate mints!
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