Modern surgery made it possible for me to get a new lens with only local freezing in my eye. I was sent home with medication and instructions not to bend from the waist, nor to pick up anything heavier than five pounds. I also have some terrific sun glasses to wear, making me look very Hollywood.
Kelvin gave me an aid he has used to pick up items on the floor: a grabber. The grabber worked perfectly for me the first time I used it, but on the second day I couldn't get it to work no matter how much pressure I put on the handle. I tried to scoop up an article of clothing, but when the fabric slipped off numberous times I gave up and went to Kelvin.
"Could you please fix this."
"If you turn it around and use the other end, you will find I won't have to do anything to it," he said.
Because I can't bend over, the weeds in the flower beds at the back of the house have not only a head start on me, but may be taking over. Kelvin attacked the tallest ones. I wasn't all that happy when I saw the tarragon bush laying on the cement along with the noxious weeds.
"I will buy you a new one in the spring," he said.
"Replanting the old one will do," I replied. "We have yet to have a frost and still have
Indian Summer to experience, so I think the roots will be fine. They just need to be grounded again."
So, two points for Kelvin -- he instructed me on how to use the grabber, and my tarragon is safely back in the ground.
One point for me -- my right eye has a new lens and my left eye will catch up with the right on October 8th.
Arta