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A Sight For Sore Eyes

The Lighter Side to Facing Vision Loss

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A TRICK OF THE EYE…OR NOT?

It was carrot-cutting day at my sister’s house. I rinsed, cleaned, chopped off the tops and bottoms and prepared the carrots for juicing, about fifteen pounds in all. Yeah, I know. It IS a lot. But some things just have to be done.  And this is one of them. I happily volunteered to do it.

The carrot-cutting task got me out of the house and I got to visit my sister. I also had a “helper,”  three-and-a-half year old Miss Fiona Hillen, my great niece. Standing on a stool at the sink, she helped me rinse and spray the carrots all while chattering away. I don’t see enough of  her so I considered myself very blessed!

When I finished the first oblong container of carrots, my  brother-in-law placed it in the fridge. He thoughtfully showed me where he put it. Third shelf, right-hand side. Before long,  I finished filling the second oblong container. I walked over to the refrigerator and placed it on top of the first one.

Fiona entertained me with her rendition of  “Let It Go,” while I completed the final batch of carrots. These, I put in a large Ziplock plastic baggie. When I opened the fridge door I couldn’t find the first two containers.  Anywhere. “Stupid eyes! Playing tricks on me again, eh?”  Finally, I lost patience  and simply tossed the bag into the second shelf toward the back. As soon as I closed the fridge and returned to clean up, I discovered my eyes had played yet another trick on me. I’d left three carrots behind.

I retrieved the stray carrots from the counter and made another trip to the fridge to zip them securely away in the baggie. Lo and behold, I could not find the baggie anywhere. But I DID see the original two containers of carrots. This now-you-see-it, now-you-don’t vision was driving me mad!

Fiona, my helper!

After searching for five minutes in the very full fridge, I became impatient with my eyes. “Fiona, I need your help!”

“Huh? I’m makin’ playdough angels.”

“Well, just come here a second. I need your eyes.”

“My eyes?” She covered them with her hand as if she were afraid I’d steal them.

At the fridge, she peeked.

“Fiona, can you see where I put that last bag of carrots? It’s somewhere around here.”

Still shielding her eyes with one hand, her other small hand flicked halfheartedly against different containers. Fifteen seconds later she said, “Nope. I can’t find it, either.” Then realizing this was a fun mystery, she covered her mouth and giggled. “Where do you think it went?” Fiona raised her hands in dramatic confusion.

The million dollar question.

I knew I put it on the second shelf to the left.  Boy, was I having a bad vision day.

Rachel, Fiona’s mom, popped into the kitchen.  Standing at the fridge, I asked Rachel if she could see the carrots. Always willing to help out even though she was in a rush, she peered into the fridge, “Sorry, Aunt Amy, I can’t find it either.

This was getting ‘curiouser and curiouser,’ as the saying goes.

I could see me not seeing it, but when two other perfectly good sets of eyes couldn’t spot a huge bag of bright orange carrots in a clear bag, something was amiss.

Riffling through the fridge for another few minutes, I still couldn’t locate it.  Well, it couldn’t just fall into a black hole, could it?

On a sudden hunch, I walked to the other side of partition (a couple of feet wide) and opened the freezer directly on the other side. Immediately, I found the carrots!

In the freezer!

That’s why I didn’t see the first two containers when I first put the carrots in.

And when I looked in the refrigerator, that’s why I couldn’t find the last bag.

They were in two completely different iceboxes, not just different shelves!

“Rachel, you’ll never believe where I found the carrots!” She chuckled when I told her the story.

“Fiona, come here, ” I whispered. I pointed the freezer and said, “The carrots were right in here and not the fridge.” Fiona giggled and slapped her cheeks in the way little girls do when amused . “You’re silly, Aunt Amy.”

“Yeah, I guess I am!”

The “girls” laughed but only I really understood what exactly happened to cause the mix-up. The fridge and the freezer looked exactly the same with only a few feet and a small partition separating  them. They were both stand-alones, both white, and both full.

This was the real trick my eyes had played on me!

When do I trust my eyes? When do I trust they’ve erred? It’s all a miss-mash, a real comedy of errors.

I thought of Fiona’s sweet little voice as she sang Let It Go earlier.

Yes! That’s exactly what I’m going to do with all these little mistakes that happen daily in my life. I’m letting go of the frustration. Right now.

I can certainly appreciate my ups and downs. My life is full of adventure, mystery and lots of three-year-old drama.

Thank you, God, for showing me your sense of humor today!

I spy with my little eye...well, my little eye must be sleeping on the job!

Copyright  © Amy Bovaird, May 2014. If you liked this post, be sure to LIKE it, and SHARE it with your friends. Leave a comment and let me know if your eyes have ever played tricks on you!

12 thoughts on “A Trick of the Eye … or Not?

  • May 5, 2014 at 1:07 pm
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    Oh Amy, sorry but this is funny now in hindsight, right? But, I know how frustrating at the time…I love how your little helper covered her eyes in case you were planning to steal them from her! Lovely piece of real life, thanks…Maribel

  • May 5, 2014 at 7:30 pm
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    she will understand one day and then feel blessed she was your ‘helper’. hope your sis is better. btw, did you drink some carrot juice too? hope so!

  • May 5, 2014 at 11:48 pm
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    I’m glad the mystery was solved and that you can laugh about it now! Thank you for sharing your story. :)

  • May 6, 2014 at 12:30 am
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    A life of adventure indeed. It’s such a blessing to be able to stop and appreciate the little moments. What an adorable little helper you had :)

  • May 6, 2014 at 2:56 am
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    Hi Maribel,
    Yes, it is! My helper’s reactions really cracked me up!
    Hope things are going well on your end with the mentoring and setting up speaking engagements!
    Let me know. When I finish my book, we’ll definitely have to Skype.
    Two weeks time…!
    Take care.
    Amy

  • May 6, 2014 at 2:58 am
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    BL, I think you’re right. I’ll pass your message on to my sister. =)
    Well, I have my own carrots and my own juicer! I need to make time.

  • May 6, 2014 at 3:02 am
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    Hi Laurel,
    Thanks for taking time to read it. Ha ha! I think I shall call it The Carrot Cutting Caper! I should write it up for my niece to read one day when she’s older. ;D
    Amy

  • May 6, 2014 at 3:06 am
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    Ha ha! Agreed. Sojourner! And somehow seeing life through a child’s point-of-view really helps to refocus us! ;D

  • May 7, 2014 at 9:13 pm
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    This stuff happens to me everyday, Amy. Yesterday I had my husband tell me which contact lens was blue (left) and which was green (right). The handling tints are not that different on the lenses. Found out I had them mixed up and that explains why my vision was even more blurry than usual! What a relief actually! I thought my vision was getting worse, and here I just had my contacts in the wrong eyes! JUST! : 0

    Several years ago, we were in Cape May, NJ. My husband is directionally challenged, and when I could see right, I was pretty good with finding new locations. We were looking for a lighthouse. I pointed out what I thought was the lighthouse, and he and my daughter were kind of shocked to tell me it was a telephone pole! After that trip, we went home, and I discovered I had bleeding in my retina.

    So, you’re not alone. And it IS good to have a sense of humor about these things. Because it’s all temporary.

    KEEP ON!

  • May 8, 2014 at 10:02 pm
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    Oh my, Beckie!
    Glad to hear the contacts lenses were just in the wrong eyes and no additional vision loss! Well, lighthouses and telephone poles are the same shape (sort of) and both tall structures. I can totally understand that mix-up! Sorry about the bleeding in your retina though. I hope that was v-e-r-y temporary.
    I need to call you – will do so as soon as I get two more chapters done. My deadline for them is tomorrow so I should be calling soon.
    Take care!
    Amy

  • June 29, 2014 at 1:46 am
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    Hi Amy; I came here after finding a link to this site in an email you sent to the other AFB pier advisors. I am max ivey from texas and new to the group. sorry to hear about your internet problems. I enjoyed this post and think it funny that one of the topics discussed on the call was writing regular posts about funny things like this for the vision aware site. It did remind me of some of my own foybals. one of my continuing struggles is with canned foods. we usually have at least one can of green beans or pumpkin filling open in our refrigerator from when max was hungry and no one was around to help him pick. Its a little easier now because most things i don’t like don’t have flip top opening cans. I enjoyed your post and look forward to reading more from you. Take care, Max

  • July 3, 2014 at 5:35 pm
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    Hi Max!
    Thank you for checking out my site! I look forward to getting to know you, too! By the way, I lived in San Antonio for eight years!
    I think I’ve fixed the Internet problem now and can catch up on my blog. First, I was finishing my book and then I experienced the Internet problems.
    Now, I’m getting back on track (for good, I hope!).
    I was so sorry to miss that call. It was definitely my loss.
    Take care, Max!
    Amy

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