out of the clear blur

In other news of getting-caught-up-on-the-health-checks, I went in for my eye exam this morning.  Remember I was whining about dealing with my transition lenses while using computer screens at work?  Thought I might get separate prescriptions for work and "play"?

Well, bottom line, I'm going with the one-size-fits-all once more.  But first, here's the cute bike rack at the eyecare place:

See it?  Eyeglass frames? *snort*.  It's actually not the greatest design for a bike rack, but it gets cutesy points.  Plus, since I was the only one needing to use it at the time, no worries.  

I really didn't want to pay for have  two different pairs of glasses, and the eye doc did note that my distance vision has actually improved since last time, so my current glasses are too strong, hence my woes.  My new glasses will have adjusted "lines of transition" to give me more area for screen viewing.  So they say.

While the optometrist was calculating my inflated eyeglass costs, he asked if I had to go to work after my appointment today.  I told him I had today off and my exciting plans included taking my car in for some maintenance.

"Oh, you're adulting!", he congratulated me.  

Yeah, okay, adulting it was.  After dropping the car off at the shop, I snapped a few pics of my adulting:

I took a ride with the lovely Violet and stopped for some much needed shade time at the University trial gardens.  

As always, a few people were also enjoying an afternoon among the flowers.  Less than a mile away, police were investigating a fatal shooting at a McDonalds, but I strove to push that to the back of my brain for the time being.

There was a small group of kids, I'd say they were 10 or 11 years old, playing off to the side of the flower pots.  From their matching t-shirts, I deduced they were part of a day camp of some sort.  They had water wands and began spraying each other.  But soon, the boys broke off and began using the wands like swords or light sabers while the girls ignored them and sat in the shade chatting with the older 20-something girls who seemed to be in charge.  

When I was that age, I hung out mostly with boys as that was all my neighborhood consisted of - other than myself.  I'm sure I would've stayed in the water fight.

Now I'm just the geeky "kid" off by herself doodlin'.

furry times

Another busy week it's been.  Testing season - I'm grateful.  This morning is nicely quiet.  First fall ACT is tomorrow, and I told my ACTers that today is a rest day (for me?)

And it's just as well because we're also pooch-sitting Chaco's Ella this weekend with Chaco being out of town.  I was in my "office" getting some paperwork done when I heard Ella whining because she was all alone upstairs.  I couldn't really bring her down, because that is the current safe zone for the cat, who was snuggled up next to me.

The cat often sabotages productivity, but seems to know designated work areas.  If I try to get comfy on the futon and do anything resembling work, this is what happens:

Fine, I set up the laptop upstairs and thought I would be all productive.  But it's such a nice morning... and Ella kept looking out the windows all longingly. 

Fine, we'll go for a walk, THEN I'll be all productive. 

So we had our walk, and Ella was right.  Beautiful morning, much better to be outside.  It got me thinking that we should go for a proper hike later, so I'm planning that now.  And blogging.  And not doing anything particularly work related. 

AFTER the hike, though.  For serious...