I knew I would have some struggles to see while I was waiting for my second surgery, but no one told me how awkward it would be. In the first place it took three or four days before I could see well at all. Then when I could see, my eyes decided to fight and argue about which one was right. They couldn’t just send the two images to my brain and then expect the brain to take the best image and throw the other away. No, they took the two images and threw the good one away. If it had not been easy to see before, it couldn’t be easy now. I suddenly found myself typing by braille, well almost. I’m seeing better although things are still awkward. I reach for something and either miss it by two inches, or overshoot by two, knocking it over.
At any rate, I got busy and kept writing even by braille. The story I thought I was going to tell, wasn’t the one my characters decided to tell. They hijacked the tale, making it much more exciting and relevant. You see, we retired folk aren’t dead yet and we’re not ready to saddle up the rocking chairs at the old folks home and ride off into the sunset. That group of misfits, like Major Cornball and Trixie, found something really useful to do and the rest, like Squeak, Lenny, Jocko, and Lucrecia joined in. There are more too, and each one is an important contributor. Here’s to wayward characters that have a story to tell. They finished my novel by the 25th of November. Me? I just wrote along for the ride. –