Golly. I didn't know the world had such beautiful colors! And my house is not so dirty after all.

Ted, thanks.

Alan, I don't know what "corrective lenses" are but it would be nice to have 20/20 vision.  My husband can see a speck on a flea's _ _ _ but he does need readers for up close.

Charles, I'm beginning to see like an artist again and appreciating color and beauty!  I've got to go back and review your abstracts!

Anita, that is so interesting.  Who would have thought there would be that much of a difference of opinion in surgeons.  My mother, if I remember correctly, had to stay at my older sister's house and keep the head perfectly still but I don't know for how long.  I just remember it was sorta traumatic for me.  I guess you live through your mother in a lot of ways.  She got two toes cut off with a lawnmower.  She lived with it but I have never touched a lawn mower since that time.  I got the frets when my kids mowed a lawn.  

Ludean, I keep wondering which is the true color of some things.  A coat that I've worn the threads off appears red through my left eye but is pink through my right one.  I am finding it difficult to read since one eyes sees distance and the other sees up close.  

Don, when I taught school a student discovered he was color blind in my class one day.  It was surprising.  He had no idea.  But surely he saw more than black and white.

Sherry, I am amazed at how my friends have aged and how awful I look when I see myself in the mirror.  I looked at Rodger across the table with my new eye and could see the wrinkles.  I closed that one and used the bad one and he looks like a kid!  But I guess that's no reason to see poorly!  

I can see across the room with the new one but can't read with it.  I can't see across the room with the bad one but can read with it.  So I'm trying to adjust  without new glasses as I wait to have the other eye done.

Liz, my daughter says that everyone, if they live long enough, will develop cataracts.  I didn't know I had them because you really can't tell it.  I can sure tell the difference in vision now though.

Liz, things change so slowly that we don't know our vision is getting worse, I guess.  I just didn't realize the difference in colors.  I just griped to myself about the blue carpet in my office which was filthy dirty and embarrassing.  Now I see that it is still blue and not dirty.  Maybe that's why old people become grumpy and find lots of fault with life.