The blue out this weekend will be grey blue

I was sitting in a Lenscrafter's in Peachtree City, in the process of getting my eyes checked and a new set of contact lenses issued. On my way to PTC from Griffin, the sky had been piled with an odd collection of clouds, grey and white and dark blue-black. It appeared that at any moment the skies might open up and pour another dose of precipitation on the area.

I was ultimately led into the examination room where my eyes were examined, poked with puffs of air, tweaked and examined. As I sat there and discussed the various preferences of my eyes to lenses, there suddenly arose a loud, thumping noise from above the store. I looked at the eye doctor and she informed me that there was an air show in Peachtree City this weekend.

As I sat in the office, the sound came back several times, but I also noticed that the sky had cleared and there was bright sunshine coming in the windows of the store. This realization was particularly startling to me, since the eye doctor had dialated my eyes and I was taking in so much of the sunshine into my inner eyeball, that I was bedazzled, literally.

They handed me a very cheap pair of shades to wear, like some very uncool, elderly dude, and I walked out into the greater sunshine and realized that I was not going to be able to make it down to Joseph Banks to shop, unless I was going to find a seeing eye dog with a fashion sense. I also realized that I was not finding supper at Ted's Montana Grill that night. Instead, I took a gamble and headed away from the western glow of the sky and toward Griffin.

This trip was fraught with an overall lack of good eyesight, but the road finally led me back home and I walked into the house with my new fashion shades. It is now eleven o'clock and the effects of the dialation juice has worn off, but I am very tired and my eyes are tired and dry.

I did get a good meal out of tonight, cooked by our own Iron Chef, Shelley McKay, of pork tenderloin, green beans and mashed potatoes. Now it is time to take a dose of Musinex and head towards slumber. Tomorrow morning, I will awaken, take the dog outside and watch the morning arise in probable grey precipitation. This may be one of those grey weekends we have been having lately. Oh well, a season for everything, I suppose.

Tomorrow is homecoming in Lexington, Virginia. A part of me wishes I was in Virginia right now. A big part. Oh well.