A CATastrophe

Looks like I won’t be eating pumpkin pie anytime soon.

So, I wasn’t feeling keen for a hike this morning, but when “Pam”, the gal I met on the hike last week messaged me asking where the meet-up was, I figured what the hell, don’t want to miss out on seeing her again. I’m not sure you can imagine my surprise and disappointment when she got out of her mom’s car and a young Filipino got out of the back seat. I almost bailed on the hike then and there, but pride wouldn’t let me wimp out.

Pam pretty much ignored me for the duration of the hike. I was slower than usual because of my weakened condition. That provided the vantage point for me to watch them goofing around like young lovers tend to do. Oh well, it just wasn’t meant to be the way my overactive imagination said it could be.

Pam did send me this picture her boyfriend took on the hike. I can’t get over how perfectly it captures my feelings as I walk away from a possible future with her.
I’m going to miss that ass I never got to properly know too.

I’ll post more pics from today’s hike tomorrow. Right now, I want to talk about darts. I was anxious to see how my new vision would affect my game. It was the first time I’d ever played in a dart tournament without wearing glasses. Frankly, I was disappointed. Not with the way I threw, although I was off my game, I can’t blame my eyesight for that. That’s just me being me. Prior to the surgery, I was having trouble seeing clearly where my darts had landed–I often had to ask the scorekeeper for clarification. It was no better, and possibly a little worse, last night. Several times during the match I threw and hit one number, but when I went to pull my darts, it wasn’t the number I thought I hit. That really can impact your strategy. In 501 you have to hit a double-out to win, so as you get close to the finish you want to leave your partner an even number to work with. In one game, I threw a 20, then hit a 1 with my next dart. So my third dart was at the 19 to keep things even for my partner’s outshot. Except when I went to pull my darts it turned out that I had thrown TWO 20s, and my third dart had made our score uneven. My partner gave me a “what the hell are you doing look?”.

It’s kind of weird, I can see clearly enough at close range to read, but an object a few feet away, like a dartboard, becomes blurry. I have a follow-up visit with the eye doctor in the morning and I’m going to asking about that. My theory is that my brain and my new eye aren’t in sync just yet but given a little more time I’ll begin to see things more clearly. Either that or I’m going to need new glasses.

Anyway, I was lucky enough to have a good partner to pull my ass out of the holes I dug. We won all of our matches and took home first place money. Good job, Billy!

What else? Well, the Hash beer meister is on an extended trip back to the states, so I volunteered to be the assistant beer meister until he returns.

I don’t drive anymore, but the Hashmobile is parked safely in front of my abode ready to provide transport of beer and Hashers as needed.
I’m also providing space for our ice chests and any excess beer that remains after the Hash. Hey, it’s the least I can do. The very least!

And that pretty much brings you up to date. I’ll leave you with this thought:

Something just ain’t quite right about this whole COVID scenario. I’m not going to do as I’m told, I’m going to do what I think is right. To be clear, I’m not opposed to vaccinations and will get one myself when the time is right for me. I have no fear of COVID. I may have already had it. When it’s my time to go, I’ll go. But the kill rate of this particular virus is so damn low it makes you wonder why we are destroying so many lives in order to “save” them.

4 thoughts on “A CATastrophe

  1. Good luck as your sight continues to improve.

    As for “Pam” and her beau, well, this feels like one of those high-school scenarios. Surely you’re past that sort of shit.

  2. Find someone you can enjoy a few minutes with each week and forget the idealized situation. No matter how nice the tail may be to watch, they are all looking for money and not love.

  3. I think you are right that the brain is “rewiring” to account for your new “vision”. I would think with time, the distance vision will get better. Didn’t you mention that you tested 20/20 after your surgery?

  4. Kev, yeah, this “problem” is of my own making. Once again, my fantasies didn’t align with reality.

    QP, indeed that is the safest and easiest course of action to pursue.

    Brian, the repaired eye was 20-20 (at least I was able to read the smallest letters displayed), not sure how that equates to my overall eyesight. I’m seeing the doctor this morning and I’m going to ask if I can expect gradual improvement. Otherwise, I’m going to need to get fitted for new glasses.

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