I need new glasses

Good morning. My arms are just waking up. The tuck & roll just ever so lightly causing discomfort. I've GOT to get new glasses. The letters on the screen are all blurred, I'm typing from memory, hope it's not total crap.I've been away for awhile.  Just a mental vacation. Took a break from the pokes and clip boards to normalize my life. "Good luck with that one" rattles in my head. Now I realize that it's the journaling that keeps me normal. So much has happened, so here goes.

The minnow (Tom nicknamed my car after the tour boat from Gilligan's Island - another story) splits a thick blanket of fog as I approach the freeway. This stretch of I-5 gets the most traffic yet there is always plenty of space to merge between the inter-state eighteen wheelers and the blue haired hat drivers. Being a new card caring member of the blue hairs I confidently hit the gas and make my move.  Similarly to typing this journal I blindly maintain speed and set my course towards work.  Being half city-town and half country almost anything can pop up on the highway. I expect a deer, a skunk or a homeless man pushing a wooden cart but what happened on this morning caught me totally by surprise. While I'm maintaining a respectable speed in the right lane the fog plays games and swirls, thickens, rises then Thunks on my windshield. Nothing. I continue to drive neck stretched forward, eyes fast on the road ahead, carefully watching for the next exit. In the distance the fog thins and I see movement on the road, I slow and pump my brakes to warn those behind me that I'm changing speed. It is very silent, only road noise in my ears.  Then I see it. Standing firm, holding his ground, daring me to make my move.  All time seemed to stop as I approached this beautiful creature in the road. He was not confused, just caught in the fog on the wrong side of the road.  He knew what he had to do. Morning came without a warning and he lost track of time and found himself in the commuter lane. Wise and agile the coyote stepped aside, He watched me carefully as I passed. Our eyes met, his golden and alert.  My first bit of visual clarity in years. I saw every bristly thread of his mane, the deep thick coat and bushy tail, the hot breath in the fog.  I felt alive and hopeful for the coyote. It was surreal.

The fog hung around all day, but the next morning I saw no evidence on the side of the road that the creature hadn't successfully navigated the asphalt river. I saw hawks and turkey vultures, but no coyote or coyote remains. I'm pleased and angry at the same time. Pleases that nature works and angry that this creature had to face the minnow, knowing it wasn't a fair fight.

This minor experience reminds me that I really need to get new glasses. Or does it mean I need to take off my blinders? Whatever. I did resolve to being more aware of the world around me.  The world, it seems, has thrown down the gauntlet. I rescheduled my physical therapy, saw my radiologist, am meeting with my oncologist, had a bone density scan, started taking hormone inhibitors, scheduled my next (left) mammogram, and will  soon be seeing Dr. K-H to re initiate the chest expansion process. Oh boy. Gotta get new glasses, this new world is really worth seeing.