Recently I was lucky enough to meet with a ladies group which I enjoy, and the topic of doctor appointments arose. There was the usual collection of comments about our ailing body parts. Then one charming lady told a story which had us all at a loss for words:
She related how she had wanted to have a couple of rooms painted, and how very committed she was to obtaining just the right color and shading. She had even invited a couple of decorator friends to be involved in the decision process. The rooms were duly painted and thoroughly enjoyed until recently.
Back to the eye doctor! At her checkup the doctor proclaimed it was time to do surgery on her cataracts which he had been following for some time. Both eyes were done over a period of time, and it was a real success.
However, after the second eye had returned to normal, she was shocked to find out the colors she had so carefully chosen were not what she had thought they were! Since cataracts tend to gray the visual perception, she hardly recognized the colors on her walls.
She was so very disappointed with the actual colors she had chosen – now that she could see the true hues – and even wondered if she should try the color selecting process all over again. It was so disconcerting to realize the colors weren’t what she had wanted, although she herself had picked them out.
As she ended the story, she exclaimed in desperation, “You know, I have to admit, I really miss my cataracts!”
One might say the moral of the story is to not make any color decisions during the year or so before cataract surgery, or you may live to regret it.
Father’s Day came and went, and I do hope you honored your father or some father. If not, it’s never too late. Instead of painting a room this summer, folks on the Gulf Coast are busy praying and working to minimize the oil spill. And, of course, they’re beginning to stock up to be ready for hurricane season. May you continue to live in peace.
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