Monday

So the past week was good. We had work and we had play. On Friday my eyes were burning and the sockets ached whenever I turned my eyes up or down to look at something close. All my work is close, 75% at a computer screen. Lenny showed up to take me for lunch and suggested we skip work early and take a drive. I reluctantly agreed. I fear that if I leave work early on a Friday (or any day) I'll become destitute, a ward of the state. Anyway, I got over that, and punched my time card at...OMG...2 PM. We stopped to get a snack for the road and headed north on Highway 83. I had planned on shutting my eyes and napping while Lenny drove (my head and eyes really hurt) but the country side was so striking I had to stay awake. Golds and greens and yellows shimmered and there were fields full of fresh hay bales and ripe grain ready to be cut. My eyes reached out to scan the horizon and rest in the distant hills and clouds. I needed to see a big picture. My sore computer eyes begged to really see. 

And a moose showed up! I love seeing moose as they are a rare sighting around here and I think they are so majestic and proud. 

The moral of this story is that my eyes have mostly been used for close up things, like reading and writing. That's my work life, and much of my home life. I'm finding out that just as my body needs to stretch, so do my eyes. I need to take my eyes off the close up and let them look and linger in the distant, far places every so often. There are surprises and rewards there, me thinks. Just ask the moose.