Road Trip Script
Spring

What I See Now

When I told my 93-year-old aunt that I was going to have my cataracts removed, she told me that she had been unhappy with the result of her own cataract surgery. Not what I wanted to hear just then.

When I asked her why, she explained that she was unhappy because the surgery allowed her to see her wrinkles more clearly.

So like most change, the results are mixed. On the up side of cataract removal, the world looks brighter. When I admired a colleague's "new" coat, she said I'd seen it every day for the last couple of winters. It suddenly dawned on me that it was a brighter and prettier color because I could see it better. After four weeks with my new eyes, I am still startled by how bright the light is when I open the refrigerator door. More important, driving at night is much easier.

On the downside, I keep seeing more things that need to be cleaned or fixed. I can see the pitting of the chrome on the light fixture over my bathroom sink and the dirt spots that have appeared on various walls.

Of course, the plusses outweigh the minuses. My doctor was right when she said, "Wait until you see the forsythia."

Yellow is a whole new color.

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