It’s so cold outside, like winter. Waggatail and myself got soaking
wet today whilst we had to go out. Slipping almost twice as we walked through a
clump of mud and though there are no flowers or should I say blooms on the
trees, the leaves are out in force. So a couple of wet slaps to the face as we
passed by some overhanging trees. Soon will be the time of year when the sharp
spikes are out to get us, from the thorny branches along the way.
Waggs stopped suddenly. I wondered why? I stopped to. I put
my hand out there was nothing there. I put out my foot, again, no hole
thankfully, this is where a white cane comes in handy as you can reach out far
and find what the object is. Well, I normally can sense a car or something but
there was nothing, just air. I had to trust my girl, and signal and ask her to
find the off kerb. I don’t like doing that but the road was clear so we walked
a strange kind of distance. Not long enough for a car and too far for a bin. So
a skip? No, as when Wagga took me off the step, she walked me along the kerb on
the road, so if it was a skip, it would be slightly on the road. I will never
know what it was, but Wagga was really odd around the area. Gosh, I hope there
was something there or we would have got even more funny looks than we normally
do. Haha.
The rain came down more and the wind started. Gosh it was so
cold too. The air was full of chilling dampness which danced around me, making
me grateful that I had a big warm coat on.
We found where we needed to be though poor Waggs almost
bellied the ground at one point as a huge truck came whizzing by, making the
most awful noise. I didn’t jump, but poor Waggs did. She hates road sounds.
I feel sorry for the birds as I would guess that there are
no berry’s on the trees with the poor weather? They will be babies too. I
bought a couple of weeks ago half a coconut stuffed with seeds etc. it’s
hanging in my back garden from a bird stand. The sparrows have been loving it
according to Teen.
My gardener didn’t come but at least he texts me to let me
know. There is no way he could have worked in that. It would be a mud bath.
Our house is warm so a cosy night in front of the telly.
Teen coming in soon. He’s been out for tea.
On the BBC news tonight on the radio, was a report which
headlines read “New treatment to give the blind sight.” Well, my heart was in
my mouth. We often read articles on line or newspapers, but rarely it’s on the
radio and even more rare, TV.
Professor Pete Coffey from the University of London, is the pioneer
behind the project to cure blindness. All sounding good so far? Well this man
studies for treatments to be used for those with sight to prevent blindness, so
for a start that is me out… Slowly the elevation of hope began to head towards
the basement. Also it’s a start
for those who are already blind. The Professor has been working on such
treatment which deals with stem cells for eight years. Nine more patients are
going to be treated by the study but the person who went through the treatment
last year has had success. The eye condition known as macular degeneration which
mostly effects the elderly, is the impairment that will be treat, not RP, but
as I said I guess it’s a start, just journalists out there, please think about
your head lines? I had to wait till the end of the news building up hope all
the way, just to be thrown down the lift shaft. OK, perhaps that is the point,
to get more people listening, but, surely you need people coming away from your
broadcasts articles, feeling upbeat? Wanting more? Not reaching for the switch
off button?
I still say that we are close though please? Meanwhile, keep
us all fit and healthy so we are still hear for this big day, and what a day it
will be.
My poor Husband talks about if I got my sight back, I would
leave him. Gosh, I got so cross with him for saying this. Not a chance. I love
that man. He is my soul mate. We have gone through too much to be together, to
ever part. He has shown me the blind world; a place I couldn’t face before. I
hope one day to welcome him into the sighted world but a sighted world with
compassion, I would never forget those without sight, in fact it would be my
life’s ambition for filled to help those who are blind and just can’t cope. And
then one day all those who are blind and want treatment, I hope it will be
there for them too.
Conversation between hub and myself late into the evening,
gosh, where to begin? Religion was up there along with if there is a God why is
he letting badness continue in the world? Why is he right now calling for a
lady in her thirties with three children and a loving Husband? Why does
he/she/it give children to those who will be bad parents and forbids those from
having children who will be wonderful parents?
We talked about other existence in the vast universe and beneath
the sea bed. What if there is life under the sea and they look up to see a sky
but the sky is like ours, only their sky is our ocean? Funny how we send Astronauts
up and can’t get deep enough to investigate beneath the sea? We touched on dying,
how come people who die are calm? I would be so afraid. I’m terrified of dying.
Hub is so the opposite in fact it scares me how calm he is about it. Mind you
that is a gift in my opinion. And we ended on the dark subject of Pol Pot, born
Saloth Sar in 1925 he was educated in a Buddhist monastery, such a peaceful
start for such a cruel ending? Then he was educated in a Catholic school,
ending his studies I believe in France, studding Radio electronics.
He moved onto Yugoslavia
working on roads. Then back to his country of Vietnam where he was told to rebell
against the Government and the rest is history sadly that wasn’t pleasant so
that was the topic just before bed. No wonder I don’t sleep. But I find myself
enjoying discussions/debates immensely with my Husband, sadly his brain is
tired after such a lot of writing during the day, where as I’m coming to life
around about ten in the evening. I’ve heard of night classes, but that is
ridiculous. Smile.
Wherever you are in the world, or Universe, I wish you well.
Going now to catch up with your messages and mail. Thank you for them all. I
love them and especially a dear Blogget of mine who has just had a holiday by
the sea. You know who you are. Keep your mail coming I love to know more about
your lives. X
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