Light Show

Light Show

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“Patients report seeing a light show,” the doctor told me yesterday before beginning the first step of cataract surgery, the laser-guided part. He wasn’t wrong. I saw pulsing lights and colors with a bang-up finish like a spectacular fireworks display.

But the real light show is evolving here at home as I get used to a world without cataracts. It’s as if I was living in a dim room, sepia-tinged, and someone just flipped on an overhead light.

Truth to tell, I don’t care for overhead lights. But the real plus here is better vision, especially at night, and that’s the part I’m looking forward to most.

As my right eye gets used to its new lens and my left eye awaits its turn next week, I marvel at the power of science and medicine, which makes miracles happen every day. Yesterday, a miracle happened for me: a light show that keeps on giving.

Super Movers

Super Movers

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It was the most positive health story I’ve read in a long time, discussing a study in the July issue of Neurology which found that people who walk faster than their peers are less likely to experience cognitive decline.

Maybe this makes up for all the crossword puzzles I don’t work, all the chess I don’t play, and all the supplements I don’t take.

The study looked at 5,000 older people and builds on earlier research that studied folks in their 80s who walk at the speed of 50-year-olds. In short,”super movers” age more slowly. They’re healthier and more long-lived.

The article doesn’t discuss the sore muscles and creaky knees that can accompany a faster gait. Are these aches and pains a small price to pay? It depends on how bad one is hurting, I suppose.

But I know where I fall on the issue. I’ll keep walking as fast as I can, for as long as I can.

Wide Open

Wide Open

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We’ve had a stretch of hot, humid weather, but last night it cooled to the 60s and I slept with the windows open. What a delight! I’d forgotten what it’s like to nod off to the sound of insects singing.

Does the body crave fresh air for optimal sleep? I can’t say for sure since mine wasn’t optimal last night. But I do know that when I was awake I heard the crickets and the katydids and felt a kinship with these night creatures.

Wide-open windows confirm a connection with the world at large, the hope that my sleep will be reinforced by all things natural. A girl’s gotta dream, right?

Lesson of the Bridge

Lesson of the Bridge

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Speaking of waters running freely, I had a chance Friday to walk across the Key Bridge, which spans the Potomac River, connecting Georgetown with Roslyn. I was carrying about 25 pounds of books on my back, the bounty of my recent trip to the Lauinger Library.

It was hot, and I was overdressed. It was the end of a long day. But walking Key Bridge is always an adventure, and I was glad to be doing it again.

What I had forgotten — what I always forget — is that walking Key Bridge is scary, especially heading south, without the distraction of the Hilltop looming ahead.

As always on the bridge, cars are zooming toward me and waters are swirling beneath me. There is no way out but forward.

I think, in the end, that’s why I keep walking Key Bridge. It reminds me that putting one foot in front of the other is often all we can do.

(Heading north toward Georgetown on the Key Bridge)

Soggy?

Soggy?

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I wake to an office window splattered by raindrops. The world beyond looks like an impressionist painting. My phone tells me we received .8 inches of rain yesterday.

According to the U.S. Drought Monitor, Northern Virginia is no longer in drought. And yet, on a woods walk over the weekend, I noticed that one bellwether creek on my route remains dry.

I’ll believe we’re out of drought when Little Difficult Run flows freely, as it used to do in the old days.

It’s the evidence we see with our own eyes — and feel with our skin — that makes the difference.

(The soggiest photo I could find is one I snapped from a window while touring the Yorkshire Dales last May.)

The Analog World

The Analog World

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A library book has arrived and I will pick it up today. I contemplate the quaintness of this concept. Knowledge between two covers. Information not available online. A book I can’t access digitally but must travel through space to retrieve.

I consider the practicalities. I will tack this onto another errand. I’ll check out other books, too. Why waste a trip on just one tome? I will bring a backpack and an umbrella. I may also stop at a bakery near campus that sells exquisite baguettes made with flour imported from France. I hope to return home with sustenance for mind and body.

The analog world — it used to be all there was. Now it can feel like a sideshow.

(The only surviving original copy of Beowulf, photographed at the British Library in May.)

Now We Are Six

Now We Are Six

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Today, in honor of our grandson’s birthday, I’ll reprint the poem I’ve loved since my own children turned six.

When I was One

I had just begun.

When I was Two

I was barely new.

When I was Three

I was hardly me.

When I was Four

I was not much more.

When I was Five

I was coming alive.

But now I am Six.

I’m as clever as clever.

I think I’ll be six now

Forever and ever.

Poem and art by A. A. Milne

Night of Shooting Stars

Night of Shooting Stars

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Tonight we await the Perseid Meteor showers and I remember 2020, the year I watched them with Celia on the trampoline.

She and I talked of many things, including the baby her sister was expecting, who showed up right on schedule the next day, our first grandchild. After that, Celia moved to Seattle, where she’s lived happily with her husband ever since.

I’m a lucky mom to have two of my grown daughters nearby. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss the one who lives on the other side of the country. Sometimes she seems as far away as those specks of light streaking across the sky.

But then I remember the conversation we had that special night, or any number of other times we’ve visited here or there, chatted for hours on the phone, or otherwise shrunk the miles. Those times are like meteor showers, spectacular light shows that boost my sense of wonder, that remind me how good it is to be alive.

(No great star shots. Last month’s full moon is the best I can do.)

A Riddle

A Riddle

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What stands and runs but does not walk? This riddle came to me on today’s stroll through Franklin Farm. Riddles do not usually come to me, whether I’m moving or stationary, so I’m eager to share this one.

The answer (groan) is water. Water stands — I saw proof of that today as I jumped over puddles. And water runs — in streams and faucets, rivers and sewers. But water never walks.

It certainly seems to, though. Water that flows at a slower pace, a turgid and murky creek, for instance, certainly seems to be walking rather than running.

I doubt the concept of walking water will catch on, though. It’s a little too close to walking on water and its many connotations. So for now, it will remain … just a riddle.

(A river carved through brown hills in Pomeroy, Washington, shot from the air in October 2018.)

A Walker in Tysons

A Walker in Tysons

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When I found myself with dilated eyes and time to kill before driving home, I did what all curious walkers do: explored the area. In this case, the area included one of the largest malls in the U.S. There was just one hitch: reaching the place on foot.

The Tysons Corner area is not pedestrian friendly. It may become more so in time — or at least that’s the hope. The Washington Metropolitan Transportation Authority (WMATA) put four stations in the Tysons area when it was routing the Silver Line in a bid to make the neighborhood more walkable. But it will take more than that, I’m afraid.

It will take more weirdos like me, people willing to stroll across 10 lanes of traffic on a broiling-hot afternoon. At least there was a crosswalk.

(This is not a pretty picture, but that’s the point.)