I am having a particularly shitty day. But that's ok. There have been good moments recently. Even yesterday. I took Nonno to the eye doctor. He has trouble seeing, on top of everything else. His one eye has a cataract and the other one needs a corneal transplant, which they cannot do now since he is being treated for cancer. Anyway, he felt eye glasses could help. He spent $700 on a new pair and says they don't change anything. So he wanted to take them back. I agreed with him. Take them the fuck back. I was ready for a fight. So was he. The optometrist immediately dismissed us.
"There's nothing I can do. You have to see the opthamologist. He's only in on Wednesdays."
Ok, then, let's make an appointment for Wednesday. He also told us maybe there is an "adjustment" time needed. My FIL argued with him but since he is so hard to understand, he wasn't getting the feedback he expected. He was getting more and more frustrated. The man begrudgingly scheduled an appointment for next week and excused himself to the back to take a phone call. We left before he resurfaced.
Walking to the car, my FIL pulls something out of his jacket pocket and shows it to me ... a hinged designer glass case with the price tag hanging from the side.
"Heh, they cheat-a-me, I cheat-a-them."
I laughed, an accomplice to elderly theft. I said, "If the cops show up at my door, blame the drugs."
Then we went to the thrift shop. He wanted to buy some clothes and I figured if he left with three or four cashmere scarves that I wrapped around his neck, no one would question it. If that failed, we could blame the drugs.
My word for the week, (the year?) is Patience.
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