The Sweet Escape ( Arch Cape Escape – part 3)

Thursday January 23rd brought another gorgeous WARM dry day. At low tide we headed north up the beach to see how far we could walk without running into a headland the low tide couldn’t surpass.

As we were leaving we caught a whiff of some wood smoke in the breeze, not strong, but familiar as to what it was. We couldn’t see any chimneys in the neighbourhood showing signs of any activity and didn’t think much more of it.

I wasn’t wearing boots, so to avoid one rather busy area of runoff we abandoned Sally’s Alley for another beach access point further down the road.

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It wasn’t until we got to the beach that we saw there was smoke coming from the hills up behind our house across highway 101.

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We heard sirens eventually, but at that point we didn’t know how serious the fire was. Still, our house was a stone’s throw from the highway and the fire not all that far from the highway, so we kept an eye on things.

The smoke started to drift down towards the water as the winds picked up and it formed a bit of a haze, different from the marine layer haze you can sometimes see over the ocean.

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We were lucky, the tide stayed out long enough for us to get down to Hug Point, a large headland we had heard about, but not seen. Back in the day, the beaches were the coastal roads (I cannot even imagine!) Hug point proved to be a challenge to get around, so a ‘road’ was created which hugged the point. Get it?

Now road is a bit of a generous term, because it had to have been a bumpy ride either in a horse and buggy or eventually a car. Not to mention the fact it is a rather narrow passageway with a rather unforgiving ocean on one side of it.

Here’s an interesting page with some historical pictures of hug point.

Now here’s Tom on it, in his invisible car.

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At this point the water still made its way up and around the access point and when I was up there, I was a wee bit freaked out about the water swirling around me, and me getting stuck so I snapped a quick shot of this historical roadway and skee-daddled off the rocks.

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See what I mean? Imagine driving on that?! Scary!

Beautiful though, as is the rest of the Oregon coast.

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And the area comes with its own little waterfall.

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We were having such a great time on this trip. Here’s a shot of Tom that perfectly illustrates exactly how much:

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And of course with a silly walk.

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We were treated to yet another AMAZING sunset from the deck of our lovely, lovely holiday home.

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Ahhh…

The next morning, it was apparent that the fire was still burning and fueled by some winds, it had in fact grown. We kept an eye and ear out, just in case the winds shifted and sent the fire in our direction, rather than up the hills as it had thus far. Everything started to smell like smoke including the house, Tom’s car and every stitch of clothing we had.

Though the dry hot weather was great for us, not so great for the firemen from the surrounding counties who along with the forestry workers had their work cut out for them.

The helicopters with their bambi buckets were passing overhead steadily. On previous trips we’d seen practice maneuvers up near Astoria for, I imagine, just such an occasion.

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Here’s a news story from the fire.

And here’s some video I shot from the beach

See? A little too close for comfort!

The next day was our last full day at the beach and it was a dandy, despite the smoke which hung over the beach, it was warm and sunny, so warm that we didn’t even need a sweater. Even Tom (aka Mr. Frosty!)

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It seemed they’d made some real progress with the fire by nightfall, but you could still see the flames once it got dark (this was a zoom shot from our back yard up into the hills.)

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Sadly, all too quickly, it was time to leave.

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Though we’d been doing our laundry all week, we knew that we’d need to wash the smell of forest fire out of our clothes when we got home, but that was a small price to pay. We were really worried that this lovely house, and all the lovely houses around us could have been caught up in a fire. It looked like there would be no threat to them and the fire was contained and expected to extinguished in a week or so. We felt like we could say goodbye and not worry about the house anymore.

It didn’t mean we wanted to though. (Sadface)

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We will be back one of these days, oh yes we shall.

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The Sweet Escape ( Arch Cape Escape – part 2)

There is nothing like being at the ocean to soothe the spirit, at least as far as I’m concerned.

It was such a nice thought to know we had a whole week stretched out in front of us, in space enough to stretch out IN. We’d never rented a house before, and if we had anything to say about it, we would always rent a house. Sadly though, not practical, mostly because many of rental houses only rent by the week and we can’t always pull off a week away. Even if they did rent for a few days at time, it seems like the good ones (like ours was) get booked-up pretty far in advance, especially in your more typical beach seasons, unlike January.

The first morning, we had a leisurely breakfast then headed into Seaside to grab a few necessities from the grocery store and visit the antique store we’d found on previous trips. This place is a treasure trove for military stuff (for Chris) and run by a super nice couple. The store is fantastically organized too, not ramshackle as some are and the owner’s price things very fairly.

While I was waiting for the owner to finish up with another customer I spotted this framed article. The sticker placement was fortuitous, as I always call Tom’s antics behind me in photos as ‘Tom Bombs’.

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When we got back to the house we unloaded the booty and headed back out to take a walk on our beach. As our house is poised up high on the bluff, we strolled down to “Sally’s Alley” one of the local beach access pathways.

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We discovered pretty quickly that at high tide there wasn’t much of a beach, not like Cannon Beach for sure anyway. Though there was a strip of sand after a row of rocks between the ocean and the shore, the waves would randomly push the water right to the rock line. Fine if we were wearing boots, not so fine wearing sneakers. We quickly abandoned the idea of a walk there after making a run for the rocks more than a couple of times. No knock on the beach, because it was lovely, but we were used to being able to walk a beach no matter what the tide is.

We decided to take a drive down to Cannon Beach and do a little more shopping instead and then had dinner at The Lumberyard, one of our favourite restaurants in town. We were sad to discover though, that they had taken our beloved Chili-mac off the menu! The waitress informed us that yes, they’d done some retooling on the menu, but they had both the chili and the mac n’ cheese as separate dishes. We decided to order both and split them which turned out to be a LOT more food than the older appetizer but still delish.

We got back in time for what turned out to be a spectacular sunset. We pulled some chairs up on the deck and settled down to watch it.

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It did not disappoint.

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The weather continued to amaze us, other than a very short sprinkle the second day it was warm and each day seemed to get warmer.

We checked the tide tables and set out for a walk on our beach. We chose to go ‘left’ and found that it was probably the shorter of the two directions walking room-wise.

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We then spent a little relaxy time in the window seat (I told you we spent a lot of time there when inside!)

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But we were dying to say hello to our old friend Haystack Rock. We hopped back in the car and found parking in one of the day lots. It was strange to be driving to Cannon Beach, we are so used to just stepping out of our hotel and being right there. As much as I love the solitude and privacy of the house in Arch Cape, I’ll admit I missed being right IN Cannon Beach. Conflicted!

I think Haystack Rock missed us as much as we missed it. Well, I’d like to think so anyway.

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We had dinner at our fave pizza place in town (though we now know why most of the time people do take-out) and took our left-overs home for the next day’s lunch. Yum.

As we were down for a much longer trip than our typical longish weekend, we didn’t feel as strong a need to spend every second near the beach. Bonus for me as I love to visit the town of Wheeler and poke through the antique stores there. There are two of them, one more an antique mall and the other, ohhhhh the other! Old Wheeler Antiques is a marvel. It is full of the most spectacular Art Deco accoutrement known to man.

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All I know is, if we win the lottery I am backing up a U-Haul to this store and buying everything in sight.

Then Tom found this bar and I think I fell in love. I weeped a little inside to leave this behind.

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Sigh.

The clouds and light were so funky at that point I walked down to the water’s edge and ventured out onto the dock. Only so far though because I am NOT fond of floating docks. I shuffled my way down and hugged a pole while Tom walked to the end. Ah I wish I was that brave! There is only so much I will do for a good picture yanno?

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Of course, no trip down south will be complete without a trip to Tillamook.

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I mean ICE CREAM!

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Sadly, they still don’t have bubblegum (damn them for retiring that flavour!) and didn’t have my other fave, but yanno, I made do. ;)

Then we looked for cows. I LOVE cows.

You can tell right?

As I turned back I realized I had been so enchanted with the cows, I had walked through quite a bit of mud. Then Tom pointed out that it was, in fact, something other than just mud.

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Um, so we stopped at a patch of grass where I did my imitation of a dog after doing its business (wipe, kick, wipe, kick) and we made a stop at the grocery store…

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Bahahahaha!!

On the way back ‘home’ we were treated with yet another gorgeous sunset. We caught the tail end of it, as we were passing these cool rocks I’d wanted to photograph in the past. It was too late to set ourselves up in the perfect spot, but beautiful just the same.

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Gotta run! Part 3 next time.

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The Sweet Escape ( Arch Cape Escape – part 1)

I’m going to have to write this post in pieces or I will seriously never get it done!

We started formulating the idea of a January trip to Oregon towards the end of 2013. It seemed the ideal time, when most people aren’t taking time off work. Also, we’d never actually been to Oregon during “storm watching season” aka “the weather sucks, so lets spin that to a positive season.” Ha.  We’ve seen our share of sudden weather changes in the past, so a dramatic storm would make for some interesting times. We were all for it.

We planned a week’s adventure, and looked at our various options for accommodations. We’re very loyal to the SurfSand resort, but a weeks stay would either require a shit-ton of luggage, or somewhere with a washer-dryer. Factoring in the likelihood of getting soaked walking on the beach in the winter, we opted for a rental home. Tom did a lot of research and found a place in Arch Cape, just a little further down the road from Cannon Beach.

Yeah it wasn’t in the town, but that had its positives and negatives. On the positive side fewer people on the beach, almost a private beach in fact, on the negative side, if we wanted to go to Cannon Beach we’d have to drive. Put into perspective a ten minute drive to town was nothing and we’d have an entire beachfront house at our disposal for less than it would cost for a beachfront suite.

We drove to Everett on the Friday after work and spent the night. We’d done it before and it certainly broke up the drive down, not to mention shortened the time waiting to cross the border.

Still, the next morning we took our time, had breakfast then started on the journey to Oregon. After a few stops for necessities, you know, like wine… we made it down to Arch Cape as it was getting dark. The property manager had emailed us the address and directions to the house, along with the code to access the lockbox where the house key was, but when we arrived the house was in total darkness. Due to the incredible privacy of the house (and the accompanying shrubbery) we couldn’t even use the street lights to help us find our way down the path. Thank goodness for flashlight apps on cellphones! After a bit of fumbling we were in the house and quickly unloading the car.

We made out way out to the yard just in time to catch the remaining light after sunset and get an idea of what our view was going to be for the next beach. We were NOT disappointed in the least.

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The house, decorated in your typical beachy shabby-chic, was fabulous. It was HUGE for just the two of us, we closed off the one side of the house with the two extra bedrooms and didn’t bother turning the heat on in there. The kicker though was the window-seat. I would spend pretty much any moment we were inside, where there was still enough light for a view, sitting in that window-seat. It was a VERY smart thing for the owner to install.

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Wouldn’t you be spending as much time in there as possible? I would be there right now if I could be!

Just to the right of the nook was the sliding door to the deck. We would have spent more time sitting out there but the chairs were rarely dry enough and face it, Tom is Mr. Frosty.

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Now, here’s where it gets weird. We fully expected it to be crazy cold and stormy the entire time we were down there, but, other than the first day where we had a sprinkle, it was dry the entire time. Sunny and WARM. In JANUARY!
The moisture on the chairs was due to dew (heh) for the most part. If we’d put them further out in the sun they would have dried.

Again.

Sunny! Warm! In January!

More later.

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Keep Your Eyes on the Hole

When I heard I would need a laser peripheral iridotomy and was informed of the potential complications of the surgery vs. the whole gross iris sucking thing that could happen if I didn’t get it done, I did the standard:

omgwhatthehellletmeseewhatothershadhappentothem  Google  search.

That, my friends, is almost always a mistake. Why? Because most of the people who post about their experiences with surgeries, or medications , or whatever, only post when they are negative. Considering  surgeries happen every day, or medication is taken by millions of people who don’t have problems, the successfully treated masses are, in fact, silent. Not to downplay the negative experiences of some people, I know it happens unfortunately, but to show the other side of the coin.

The morning of my surgery I was nervous, I mean it was my eyes. Poke the rest of me sure, but *shudder* not my squishy eyeballs and not when I’m awake. I had this terrible fear that I would leap away from the laser like I do the air-puff thingie they use for glaucoma screening.

I checked-in and waited until they called my name. First-up was a baseline check of my eye pressure, followed by some eye drops that would narrow my pupil and thin out the iris to make it easier for the laser to penetrate. I was advised that it might give me a bit of a headache and they offered me Tylenol should I need it.  I did feel a slight pain in my forehead, but as a sufferer of both migraines and sinus headaches it was NOTHING.  I did have fun watching my pupil get smaller and smaller though. I was checking it now and then through my phone’s reverse camera after I was sent back in the waiting room for the drops to do their thing.

Eventually they called my name again, and this time putting numbing drops in my eyes and sending me into the treatment room to wait for the doctor.  As I sat there I felt my heart start to beat a wee bit faster, particularly when I looked at the laser and saw the handles on the table. You need grips!?!

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That is when I took this (very unflattering, but highly accurate reflection of all my feels)

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The doctor  soon came in and asked me how long it had been since they’d put the numbing drops in my eyes. In all honesty, I had no idea so I told him maybe 5 minutes before that. Just in case, he put some more in and then had me sit down at the machine with my chin and forehead resting on the supports.

He sat at the other side and peered at me through the scope. He put some gel stuff on my eye and then held a small glass lens thing to my eye (which I’ve read is to focus the laser and it helps to prevent the eye’s blinking getting in the way.) He then adjusted a few things, told me that I shouldn’t feel any pain, but may feel some sensation and then asked me not to move.

Now I tell ya, I took that literally… and those grips? Oh yeah baby I was holding on for dear life, terrified of moving.

When the laser started doing its thing, I did feel a sensation. It was a snapping feeling, it reminded me of a slight flicking of a rubber band. Not painful really, just a little stingy and weird. Certainly nothing to cry about.  After he was done with one eye, I felt some pressure as he pressed the lens to my iris. I’ve read that is to control/prevent any bleeding. He then moved over to the next eyes, repeating all the peering and adjusting. That one seemed to take him a wee bit longer for some reason, but in the end it was  less than  10 minutes start to finish for both. 

I was sent out to the waiting room for 45 minutes, so they could check the pressure in my eyes after surgery. One of the risks is that surgery *can* cause the pressure to go up in one or both eyes, but often only temporarily.

45 minutes later I was back over to the reception area and they checked the pressure. She checked it twice and then asked me to sit down again and wait for the doctor. I guessed from all that, that I had an increased pressure. When I saw the doctor again, he said that I did indeed have elevated pressure in my left eye, but that it wasn’t bad enough for him to even have to put me on medication. He strongly felt that it would go down on its own, but wanted me to come in the following week to verify that.

After surgery Tom and I went out for breakfast. My eyes were still blurry from all the drops and the goo that was used for the lens on my eye and I was feeling a bit of glare from the left side because the sun was slanting in the window, but otherwise I was just fine and dandy, just a little light sensitivity and some very mild pain in the eye. I didn’t take any OTC pain meds or anything.

I spent some time staring in the mirror trying to spot the iridotomy holes at the top of my iris as that was where I had read they were put, until I noticed the holes were at the 3 and 9 positions of my iris. After I realized that, I did a bit of online research, and found that is the newer approach to help to avoid the post-surgical glare (light leak through the new tiny “pupil”) that can happen to some people.

The holes are tiny and if you didn’t know where to look, you’d never notice them.

I took a crazy-eyed “before” picture just for that reason:

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Aaaand the slight blurry (I couldn’t see very well) and bloodshot eyed “after” photo.

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See it?

Side-by-side:

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See? Barely noticeable.

A week later I was back for my check-up. The pressure had returned to normal and the holes he said “looked fantastic.” Whoohoo!

Since then? No problems and now I don’t need to worry about angle closure glaucoma, unless of course the holes decide to close up.

I’m back for a final check-up in March, I’m guessing to see that the holes are still holding their own and not closing up. Maybe once they’ve reached that point they’re not likely to do so.

So, for anyone out there who may be scared about getting this done, and reading all those negative posts… here’s one to tell you, from a person who was terrified of eyeball surgery, that my experience wasn’t that bad at all.

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A Change Would Do You Good

Well 2013 brought with it a lot of changes and a few firsts…

  1. One kid moved out, the other… remains *side eyes*
  2. Blackberry out, iPhone in and never looked back. I am now an iDrone.
  3. I went from being an unemployed bum to an employed bum (hey working doesn’t mean I have to be energetic outside of work hours right?) It’s for a great company too, so booyah!
  4. I grew back my commuter legs, all those years of mostly transit softened me, but a couple of weeks out with the crazy Vancouver drivers and I was back baby!
  5. I started the year with low energy, forgetfulness, all wobbly, numb and twitchy to mostly normal thanks to B12 megadosing (seriously folks GET YOUR B12 checked.)
  6. This here girl graduated from her first post-secondary program ever. I feel all edumacated.
  7. Tom and I went from being, well frankly, lazy couch potatoes to regular walkers just about every day we have off.
  8. We went on a couple of spontaneous trips, and by spontaneous I mean not planned for months which is kind of different for us.  Even better, each trip we had awesome weather! Grabbing the gusto people!
  9. We got to see Tom’s family, and I  finally met Sue who’d I only met through electronic means up until that point. I added another State to my States I’ve visited list to boot.
  10. I became a convertible driver, though I’ve yet to put the top down cos…brrrr.
  11. I stopped drinking diet coke and thought I’d miss it, but I don’t. Water, coffee and the odd glass of wine are pretty much all I’ll imbibe now.
  12. I won a camera for my photography (a first!), and I got another (mirrorless!) one for an early birthday present. My name is Belinda, and I am a camera addict.
  13. I voluntarily went on a ferris wheel-ish type thing (enclosed mind you)
  14. We got off the ferry and into the towns on Bainbridge Island and Bremerton. At least now the mystery is gone.
  15. I read an owners manual. Gasp!
  16. SouthLAnd ended despite our best efforts and begging. Waaaa!
  17. We mainlined the entire series of Homicide: Life on the Street and OH MY GOD how did I not watch that when it was on the air? At least with The Wire I had the excuse of no HBO.
  18. I found out I need to get my eyes drilled and it’s happening in like 8 days *whine whine*

There are more I’m sure, but my aging brain can only bring back so many memories for this post.

So to you, my loyal reader (I know hardly anyone ever reads this thing) I wish a  Hap-hap-happy New Year!

I leave you with, as is tradition… our year in pictures.

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Chasing Cars

I’d been eyeing the Fiat 500C for a while now, ever since I realized that it is a cabrio that A) I could afford and B) IT’S A CABRIO!

I’ve wanted a convertible all my life, well all my car loving life anyway. I realize it isn’t a full-on convertible, more like a convertible-lite, but it allows for way more open-air enjoyment than a moon-roof can offer.

So, while Freddy still has enough life left in him to be useful and the desire to have a newer car for my long daily commute, we decided it was time to pass Freddy on to Chris and start the process of finding me a car.  Chris’ car is a 2001 and while not driven far or that often really, it is reaching end of life and I worry about his safety. Freddy is a bit of a step up from his car, but I think he’s a tad bit nervous about driving a different car and a wee bit melancholy letting his very first car go. I get that, I get attached to my cars too and I will admit I feel a little guilty now that Freddy who has been garaged his whole life is now spending his time parked on the street in the elements. Is it silly? Sure, but I tend to anthropomorphize my cars and certain other inanimate objects.

When I started looking around, I was really leaning towards a colour called espresso, which looked nice on the website, but I’d never seen it close up. I looked online to see which local dealership had  one in that colour so I could have a look, and found one at the Maple Ridge Fiat dealership. It didn’t have a price listed so I called and got THE most patronizing salesman I’ve ever spoken to, and that is saying something. He half listened to me, kept asking me to repeat what I had JUST said while he was doing whatever he was doing to look up the car in question (I gave him the inventory number), but even worse, he kept calling me “Hun.” Listen jerk-face would you talk that way to a guy? I ain’t no Hun.

So I blew him off and decided to try another dealership, I saw that the Columbia Fiat had what I was looking for and we took a drive out that way. As I wandered the lot and saw the espresso coloured 500 (it is a nice colour) we were approached by a very nice salesman named Tim, I explained that I was looking but seriously looking and what my absolute max price was going to be, taxes in. He said he wouldn’t be able to get me in a “Lounge” version of a 500C in the range I was talking, but if I was willing to bend on colour and a few features, it was doable. He found me a cabrio and we took a spin around the block. I told him of my experience with the other salesman and he was pretty stunned.

Anyway, after that little ride I fell in love, it wasn’t an espresso car, in fact it was a white car with a red roof, one I had looked at before and it WAS on my consideration list for colours. We pulled back up in front of the dealership and he asked me if I was interested and if so they’d work with me to get me into that car for the price I was looking to pay. The best thing about that dealership is that they get the same commission for each sale so don’t try to push you into something that costs more.

One we made the deal I was handed a mallet, which he explained was to hit the big gong inside the dealership, something they do every time a sale is made. I felt a wee bit sheepish, but I gave it a good bash and yeah, it was pretty loud. The dealership burst into applause and we moved on. We went into the finance office and signed the papers and arranged for pick-up on the following Monday. I could have taken him home that night, but we had plans and didn’t want to sit there for longer waiting for insurance etc.

As we were leaving we saw the car, or what we all assumed was the car and I was going to take a picture of it. Tim offered to take a picture of Tom and I by the car, in fact encouraged us both to get IN it but we both just stood by it. This woman was hovering by the car and wouldn’t get out of the frame which we thought was weird until Tom noticed there was a purse inside the car and I noticed that the mirrors were silver, not body coloured like the car I just drove. We walked back to Tom’s car laughing our heads off while Tim who just caught on that it was in fact SOMEONE ELSE’S CAR was having a good laugh as well. It would have been hysterical if we’d tried to get into the car!

We mentioned it when we returned to pick him up on the Monday, Tim said “what are the chances that almost the exact same car was parked in the exact spot they leave the car after it’s been prepped!?” (and where I had dropped it off after the test-drive!) Once all the paper-work was done, I drove my new little baby home (in the pouring rain mind you.) It felt weird driving a different car, it is definitely more responsive in the steering than Freddy is and I feel so, I dunno “high up” in my seat. It took about a week to get used to him, but he truly feels like my little guy now. Not much of a trunk to speak of, the hood Tom calls “the flap” which resembles a larger-sized tic-tac dispenser, but he’s great on gas, quite zippy and so much fun to drive. He even makes the commutes more fun.

Meet Nate.

*edited to add: Pic of Nate pre-winter tires with his fancier shoes on

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Winterized Nate:

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Freddy? I still love you, so much in fact I kept you in the family. Forgive me for the rain. Love, yo mamma.

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Doctor My Eyes

I can’t remember if in the many years of writing in this here blog, if I ever mentioned how grossed-out I am about eyeballs. I mean I can’t touch em (my own included), I can’t stand to look at eyeball surgery on the TV, real or fake and I cannot, CANNOT, listen to people when they talk about their lasik eye treatment.

When my eye doctor told me that I was developing early onset cataracts, I was horrified cos that means eye surgery while you’re awake. They’d assured me though, that it was still a long ways off, so that made me feel a bit better. Still, they’ve been keeping a closer “eye” on me the last few years because they noticed that I had an odd shape in the back of my eye that could indicate future glaucoma. I took a field test each year, I sailed through the eye puff test. Well more like my results did, I still leap back in the seat like I’ve been shot until they manage a good one. Regardless, no glaucoma and I’d go away for another year.

This year my Optometrist  asked me if I’d ever had a baseline glaucoma test, I didn’t know what it was, so that was her answer. She referred me for a full work-up by an Ophthalmologist which I then promptly forgot about because they take a while to call you. Appointments were finally booked for field test, an OCT (optical coherence tomography) so they can look at the retina in optical “slices” and then finally an appointment with the man himself.

The first couple of appointments were in and out, easy-peasy the last one was looooooooooooong, partly because he was running late from being on rounds or something and partly because I’d already been warned it could be 1-2 hours long. There was some more pre-tests done with some eye squishing (aaaack) after numbing drops were put in something was poked against my eye. I didn’t feel it or anything but I could SEE it and the distortion that comes when someone pokes at your eye. *Shudder*

When I finally met with the doc he asked a few questions then launched into the results, saying that he was very glad that I’d been referred to him, then he proceeded to show me the pictures of my eye and the narrow angles I have, more so one than the other. He said it would continue to get worse until a possible acute angle glaucoma attack.  On the positive side, my pressure is still good, no looming attack as yet, but still, that is the road I was heading down.  He said he recommended surgery as soon as possible (not urgent, just necessary) for something like a laser irodotomy, where they laser holes in the tops of your retinas to allow for proper drainage of the eye fluid, prevent a build-up and pressure and you know, possible sudden blindness.  EW. holes.

The idea of eye surgery does not thrill me, in fact it scares the crap out of me, but I will suck it up. What is the alternative?

Oh yeah he also said to avoid getting my eyes dilated before surgery either because it could cause an attack. Eep I just had that done not that long ago! The literature said that the iris could be sucked into the canal! SUCKED!!?!?!?!?!

So anyway, three days before my birthday is my surgery. I’m going to be a complete baby about this, even when most regular surgeries don’t bother me a bit.

Oh yeah, and the cataract surgery? Not so far away after all. Another preventative treatment is to remove the lenses to avoid them getting thicker and pushing the iris out even further. But that’s at least another 5 years away.

To paraphrase Indian Jones…Eyeballs; why did it have to be eyeballs?!

 

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