On Tuesday it’s two weeks since I had the left eye cataract surgery done.  It was different from the first surgery.  I have no idea why. Right after the surgery I had a horrible ache in the middle of the eye that felt like it bored into the back of my brain (I know, you’re thinking not much damage to be done there, right?) and it was kind of a sickening feeling.

Then when I got into recovery, I had instant headache in the back of my head – from the top down to my neck – it was a sickening feeling also and made me feel like I was going to puke. The nurses gave me Tylenol immediately, the headache went away and the ache in the eye only lasted about a minute. I had an appointment with my eye Dr. in Vegas before I left town.  He gave me some drops for the eye because I’d had the ache in it.  He said it could be pressure. OK…more drops.

I went in for a wellness check on Monday,  the 2nd.  Everything is good, the eye drops still must be used until I run out of them, but my vision is 20/20 except for up close.  It’s startling.  I no longer need glasses for anything except up close…and to hide the bags under my eyes.  Yah, aging is such a wonderful thing.  This face doesn’t look like the one I remember.  But I’m thrilled with the surgery.  I had no idea it would end up this cool.

Monday I have a hiking date with Carmen B, her daughter, and Sylvia Hart.  I think we will do Cathedral Canyon and the China Date Farm.  It will be a super fun thing for me, haven’t been out on a hiking date with anyone in years.  Yes, I hit the desert by my house but it’s usually my dog and my son, Dan, and it’s over-hiked terrain.  Been there a zillion times or so and even though we change the walking pattern, there’s always the same mesquites, ravens, scratchy bushes, and view.  I hope we have time to do one of the hiking trails in the China Date Farm canyons.  Pictures to follow.

Now that I can bend over without worrying about blowing a lens out of my eye, this coming week it will be time to finish the exterior paint job of the house before the weather takes off into the triple digits.  When that little chore is done, I will feel like I really did something.

The Riot hasn’t been out.  Momparental is being her itchy-bitchy little weird self.  I hadn’t talked to him in forever and called him the other night.  Straight to voice mail.  A minute later he called me, I made one mistake, “Hi buddy.  Haven’t heard from you in a long time.  Are you OK?”

Instantly in the background, the resident troll and phone call eavesdropper started screaming.  “WHY WOULDN’T HE BE OK, HE’S WITH HIS MOTHER!”  It went on and on, I tried to change the subject with Riot and asked how school was, after I semi-yelled back, “Jesus Christ!  All I did was ask if he was ok!”  Riot said he had to go, I was glad, and hung up to her screaming.

She sent me a hate text, unbelievable, really.  A bunch of stupidness telling me to ‘mark how I speak to her son’ and if I’m not careful, I will never see him again.  Really?  What about when he wises up and gets defiant to her BS and runs away from home in the next few years?  She really over estimates her powers of control.  There was more to the text but why bore myself with it again?  I blocked her shortly after that.

For the first time in a lot of years, I felt absolute hatred.  I’ve always prided myself on looking at all angles and giving people credit for the reasons they do certain things and their reactions. I sat down and cried out of sheer frustration.  My sweet dog came over and put her head in my lap and looked at me, feeling my pain.  Gotta love a dog!!!  They always love you and you never get the screaming phone calls from them.

I doubt that unless screamer-beamer-stupid-hate-rag needs a babysitter for the weekend or wants me to do something for Riot, that I will hear from him for a month or so.  She will force him to call me and stand over him while she listens to the conversation.  It’s OK, I just know that I won’t get a call from her phone EVER AGAIN!

On the weather, it’s gorgeous.  Cold at night, really great days and all my trees are starting to leaf bud.  My jeep needs to go back to the shop.  Frig-a-dillo…does it ever end?

There’s a lot going on right now but I don’t have the energy for it.

And how about those A-holes that sit in Sheldon Adelson’s pocket?  We may be saying goodbye to online poker in Nevada because the deck is stacked.  I fucking hate politicians. I believe the US is in trouble — obviously for a number of reasons — but this fight against online gambling is going to make or break our ability to have freedom to choose, it’s only the beginning of what will happen if it passes.  Adelson is also fighting medical marijuana legislation in Florida.  Why?  Mr Control Freak aka Adelson needs a wake-up call somewhere/somehow.  It’s not his job to control the people of the US.

OK, I promised myself I wouldn’t go off the deep end with this.  So-o-o-o-o-o…g’nite.