Recap 2025, my eye!

Yippee-ki-yay…2025 is nearing a close!

The year that ends is usually depicted as a very old man. So, on December 31st, I will not hesitate to kick that miserable, sorry, hunchback, bearded jerk to the curb and will welcome in a hope-filled baby New Year into the loving mama arms he deserves.

(Just a thought: perhaps the years would be better represented by women instead of men… Would a woman allow a year to be this bad? I think not.)

This Where Bloggers Live post is intended to be a wrap-up/best-of/recap of 2025 …Let’s just say I am MORE than happy to wrap up this one in exchange for a fresh start.

Now, for a Recap.

You know what was “recapped”? My EYE!

Just today (Thursday, as I am writing this), less than eight hours ago I had cataract surgery on my right eye. I guess 2025 isn’t the only oldie in the building.

Perhaps you noticed evidence of eye issues on my posts this year: commas where there should have been periods, misspelled words, etc. There will likely be some today as my eye feels like there’s jello covering it.

Other evidence appeared when Mr and I took up golf this year. (Yes, I am the one who always thought it was lame to spend four hours trying to hit a small ball with a stick in the hope that it lands in a hole three blocks away.) Ironically, I kind of liked it. I don’t know, maybe it just felt good to hit something. Anywho, once I whacked the ball, I’d have to ask Mr where it went. I mean, how could I see a tiny white ball when I couldn’t even see where the green was.

I think Mr also got tired of me recognizing strangers I never met and mistaking them for people they weren’t.

“Hey, isn’t that Jimmy Stewart?”

“Uh, no, honey, I think he passed some time ago. Plus, that’s a woman in a sari.”

The signs were all evident that something was awry. My already thick glasses have gotten increasingly magnified over the last couple of years and my vision was even less clear. SO.. unless we were going to hire a driver…it was time to give my eye doctor the go-ahead.

You know what made me hesitate? Terminator eye. Maybe you’ve seen it in people you know, their eye catches the light just so and you aren’t sure if they’re human or a shape shifter. I was VERY distracted by it when my mom, dad and MIL each had theirs done. (I guess 2025 isn’t the only jerk in town. 🙋🏻‍♀️) It’s not like there was anything they could do about it, it’s just a pupil/reflection thing. But I found it super distracting! The effect eventually faded and I no longer found it noticeable. It’s definitely not noticeable on my dad anymore (VERY sick joke, I know, but he would have laughed at that).

So, If Karma is what they say she is, I will have to update my WBL portrait to this:

Also, in gratitude for your kind attention and that you’ve read this far, I will share actual family texts and a glamorous still sedated and Valium enhanced photo from today’s adventure:

They are also very sweet, as I came home to a lovely sicky present on the kitchen table:

and homemade soup in the fridge:

So, all in all, today was a day of progress. One eye down, one to go! I do look forward to recognizing people again… and not tying to unlock stranger’s cars doors that look like mine.

While I celebrate seeing the world through fresh, um, eye, kindly visit my blogging pals to see their best o’ the year posts:

Daenel at Living Outside the Stacks
Bettye at Fashion Schlub
Jodie at Jodie’s Touch of Style
Sally at Within a World of My Own