“Make visible what, without you, might never have been seen.”
—Robert Bresson
I am struggling with my own life/self/situation and with that of the wider world. Still, I always have things to be
thankful for
and that’s what keeps me going.
I’m thankful for a lovely weekend with siblings, parents who are grandparents, and with nieces and nephews.
I’m thankful for those times when my niece or nephew takes my hand to walk somewhere.
They know I am blind, learning it by degrees as they grow, and all they really know is to be helpful. I am proud of the kind little people they are.
I’m thankful for lovely weekend weather to enjoy family time out in.
I don’t like the humidity and this final, full weekend of August was not too humid-just perfect.
I’m thankful for a beach day.
The water was cold, on initial immersion, but the water out beyond the rough shoreline was pleasantly refreshing, but felt great being out there.
I’m thankful for a niece who loves rides and a nephew who loves the water park facilities at
Storybook Gardens
in London.
I’m thankful for the fresh smell of the water park. I enjoyed lounging on a chair while they played. It smelled so fresh there and the air was cool and breezy.
I’m thankful my niece and nephew from out of town came on
Outlook CFB
with me and Brian.
They were their silly, sweet selves and we wanted to ask them about having an aunt and uncle who can’t see, but that question wasn’t one they could verbalize.
We think this is a good thing because it means our blindness is simply something about us, the aunt and uncle they love and know, but that it is not a big deal. They are often asking questions and their curiosity means they are learning.
We wish, in a way, that every child was born into a situation where someone in their family had a disability of some sort, blindness specifically. Then, instead of people never having come across someone who is blind and being totally unprepared to react/interact, everyone would just know about it and have lived with it. Only saying, this would be helpful, but not the way it is of course.
I’m thankful for glimpses of the Downton Abbey movie.
I’m thankful I’ve had someone to talk over what’s been going on lately. It helps because it’s a fresh take on things.
I’m enjoying time with family and trying to klook toward the future.
Caption: my family with Humpty Dumpty at Storybook Gardens in London, Ontario.
I’m thankful we packed Storybook Gardens and the bog and ice cream all in in one day.
We have been talking about checking out a local bog for a while and the kids were fascinated. It was a lovely walk, along a boardwalk, and we all stuck a foot out into the muck of the bog.
Bye cool bog and bye August/summer.
The northern sky was amber and pale green over the fir tops. The air was cool, for August was nearing September
ANNE’S HOUSE OF DREAMS
Her Headache 