I spent another two (+) fun-filled hours at the retinal specialist’s office today with my mother. Most of our time was spent just waiting to get back to the inner sanctum of the exam rooms.
Fortunately, the office is in a quaint old limestone building that had been a private home at one time in this German pioneer community. It has hardwood floors, high ceilings and interesting architectural details that give you something to look at once the supply of magazines runs out.
After an hour past her appointment time waiting to have my mother’s vision checked, and another hour or more waiting to have her eye injection for macular degeneration, we pretty much ran the gamut of reading material.
By the time we were done I’d thoroughly reviewed a Better Homes and Gardens issue from (I’m hoping) last Christmas and had even delved into a magazine devoted to diabetics; of which I’m not one nor is my 91 year-old mother.
But from the physiques of the many people who passed by us during our time of butt-numbing incarceration, it must be a pretty popular magazine.
My mother, who weighs all of about 116 (not much over the 98 pounds she weighed when she got married in 1938), remarked to me later that she’d never seen so many men with big bellies in one place. I had to agree that, yes, this seems to be the future of America.
Tonight I was watching an old Golden Girls episode where Sophia’s sister, Angela, visits from Sicily. Angela is played by Nancy Walker, whose dry comic delivery is the perfect match to Estelle Getty’s Sophia.
Dorothy asked Angela if she’d found an apartment yet, since she was thinking about moving closer to Sophia. Angela said yes, she had that very morning.
“I was at the Senior Center for the Early Bird Special: de-caf coffee, low sodium bacon and a chest x-ray.”
Only in America.