“The RoseBouquet”

For six weeks I had been mentioning to friends that on Friday, April 11th I would have an eye appointment, and get those dilating drops in my eyes, but I was confident that I would be able to see again in time to drive to that Western Tract Mission Fundraiser in the evening. To avoid driving after that appointment, I caught a ride with my neighbours up to 25th Street; I just had to walk two blocks to the hospital where the City’s main Eye Clinic is run. I was in plenty of time, I had prepared sketches of how my floaters had decreased since that Feb/17/event, so I was feeling up and ready to show the specialist how God had healed me.

Only to discover that my appointment had been for the day before! Somehow - and I still can’t figure how - I mis-read the card and though the appointment card plainly said the 10th, I’d registered it as the 11th in my mind. Boy, did I feel foolish! They made me another one for Monday.

So I walked home and found I could do it in 45 minutes, including a brief rest in front of the bus depot, and that the distance works out to 19 1/2 blocks. I got busy and tried to do as much as I could. (Also got invited out to lunch).

Yesterday I kept that new appointment. This Dr. Ravi (long name) said that eyes just do that sometime - they heal themselves. No acknowledgment to my statement that God had healed my left eye. He didn’t say much about my sketches, but kept that page on his clipboard, so I guess it’s part of my file. I am still to call him immediately if I see flashing lights or a curtain coming down, as that means my retina is detaching.

When he learned that I was going to give computer lessons he was keen to ask me more about that. Seems he would like to learn to put up a database website.

I was grateful for my dark clipon sunglasses as I walked home, and as I worked on this computer. By late afternoon I saw normally again.

Our Music/Dessert Night on Friday was a great success. We had more people show up than we had anticipated, which made for a good problem. The men set up 120 chairs, and had to rustle up 75 more. Some were left standing, so we had about 200 people! Some people left without staying for dessert, so somehow we even had enough to go around. There were only a few pieces left to clear up at the end.

I was at a good position at the front to take photos of the Derksen children as they performed, but I haven’t got the photos ready yet for a photo story on the WTM website. Maybe in a week or two? (I wrote a one page report and stayed up late last night to get the Reflections ready and emailed to the printers).

Actually… if you give me a few moments here… I think I can show you the same page of sketches I gave the specialist yesterday. Here we go; I’ve put it up as a .pdf document, MyFloaters