I've been off balance and indecisive for several days. Intellectually I believe I need to go for the sixth procedure on my left eye. However, I have felt reluctant to call Bascom-Palmer to request the surgery. I intended to call on Monday but that morning I managed to yank my MacBook off a table in our bedroom with my headphones in such a manner that it fell onto the open screen and keyboard side. The screen cracked and that was it for the display. As I type this, it occurs to me that is analogous to being blind. I then spent an inordinate amount of time attempting to make the broken computer usable. I had some success hooking it up to an external monitor Mary Lou had on hand but the cost/benefit ratio was very poor. Finally, I took Mary Lou up on her offer of letting me use her spare MacBook upon which I'm typing this post. LastPass makes it possible for me to log in to all of my accounts and I'm back in business.
The past week or so I've been intensively practicing the old fiddle tune Whiskey before breakfast on my Gibson acoustical guitar. The first time I heard the song it was played by banjo virtuoso Roger Sprung in the early 1970s at the Galax (Virginia) Bluegrass Festival. I was fascinated by the rolling chord changes and the endless possibilities for creating melodic variations. My second year of grad school in Morgantown, West Virginia I moved into a house shared with two Behavior Analysis students, Ann something and Chip Brooks.