My father suffers from macular degeneration. He is legally blind minus the white cane. White canes aren’t much use if you need a wheeled walker to get around.
I take his diagnosis and our shared ancestry very seriously which is why I am retiring soon in order to read as many books as I can before my eyesight starts to fail. At fifty-nine, I’ve already had one cataract removed; I figure some malevolent god of fate is waiting around the corner with another lightning bolt.
Yesterday, when I stopped by my parents’ for a visit, he had a whole conversation with me before realizing I wasn’t my sister.
It was a sunny day and he was squinting so said sister dug out the cool pair of shades he got from what she referred to as that « blind place ».
« My eyesight is worse this days. », he lamented.
« In what way? », I asked.
« All I see is a blob in front of me. »
His right hand painted a large circle in the air for effect.
The blob reflected in the sunglasses nodded her head sympathetically while her sister snickered from the sidelines and took the shot.

Lmao
Dad was wondering where the other blob had come from…
He knew it was too big to be a groundhog…..
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