My Opic Perspective.

I’m blind.  Ok, only legally, and really only when I drive.  The rest of the time I’m myopic, astigmatic, and suffer from nystagmus. This means I only see things close, warped, and moving.  Yeah, you should probably know that before you sit in the passenger seat of my car.  That’s why, when we were married, MyEx always drove. The car.

 

When I was younger, my parents were afraid to teach me how to drive.

 

Thump-thump

“What was that?”

“Your father.  Keep driving.”

 

Yeah, I come from a close family.  Thank God; I’m myopic, remember? 

 

I think my eye issues move with the other aspects of my life.  I mean, I’ve been told that I’m warped many times.  I’ve also noticed I can be a bit myopic too; I focus on one close aspect, while other things slip past.

 

It’s kinda scary considering I’m so scattered.  This leaves me leading a Missle Command lifestyle. Remember that game?  Little space dots rush down and try to obliterate your pixel-poo-pile cities.  If you miss a dot, pootown is flushed away in a murhroom cloud.  That’s Rob in missle crisis mode; I’m shooting down whatever I feel is most immediate and sticking with it while other dots rush past.

 

During the divorce, that was kind of a blessing.  I buried myself in my work, and shot through it trying to ignore everything else.  Now, I’ve made it to a higher level, and like keeps telling me “Now all your base are belong to us. “

 

What does that mean?  I have no idea, I didn’t know when I played the game either, but I’m nearsighted and warped, remember?

 

I’m dealing with Cosmo issues, and life is rushing past.  I have a writers’ conference in February and I almost missed a deadline.  I’m a writer; I know better than that! So this morning after talking with the dead dog lady to confirm the freeway corpse wasn’t Cosmo’s, I rushed down to Staples to overnight my entry.

 

And speaking of myopic, I forgot to thank MaryBecca2 for her editing prowess. Thank You MB2. Once again, sorry, both eyes were locked on the missing dog.  I don’t know which eye malady makes me ungrateful, but I’m guessing Jerry Garcia never had it. 

 

Oh, yeah, the warped thing.  Sorry…  

 

Anyway, I didn’t want to make the same mistake again, so when I got back home, I made sure to thank dead dog lady for her help.  That’s when I found out she’d written a guide to finding lost pets. She’d emailed me a copy.

 

The guide was great. I guess she’s a pet detective, so, she had tons of great pet finding tips. Once again, I made sure to thank her.  I even told her I’d mention her in my blog. 

 

“Concentrate on finding Cosmo for now.”

“Ok.”

 

See?  I almost lost focus.  Thank goodness somebody had a short leash on me.  I’d have wandered onto the freeway again.

 

Focus on my dog, focus on my dog, focus on my dog....

 

One thing she recommended was that I put banners around the close freeways.  That made a lot of sense, especially since my part of town is essentially boxed in by freeways, I could let  more people know about Cosmo’s plight while they’re trapped in mortal gridlock.

 

Before I left to get the supplies, I remembered to thank her, and once again, mention that I would mention her to my 2 readers.  As I grabbed my wallet her reply email came back:

 

I would rather you mention that I am single! ;-)

 

I jotted a quick note and rushed out to get supplies:

 

I will, but one of my readers is a woman, and the other one is my dad.  I’ll tell you what; I’ll keep my eye out for any dog-loving single guys and pass the word along, OK? 

 

And with my act of gratitude, I’m back out on my myopic pup-quest.