A Sight For Sore Eyes
The Lighter Side to Facing Vision Loss
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!
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!
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