|The glare of oncoming headlights|
This evening Bill wanted me to take him for a drive to see the Christmas light decorations in our neighborhood. As I was driving through our neighboring development, I almost missed the exit. I couldn't see!
Folks, I have come to the realization that I can't drive at night anymore. I can't see. Unless the street is clearly lit, which in this neighborhood it wasn't, I. CANNOT. SEE.
For several years know I know I've been having a problem with the glare of oncoming headlights when driving at night. This I attribute to my slowly but surely oncoming cataracts. My eye doctor every year informs me that I'm only a few years away from THAT operation. This year he said "You have some time yet but they ARE there and will grow." Thanks doc.
It was only a few years ago that I used to drive the ten miles one way to Rehoboth Beach down Route One (our main artery here in LSD) to meet friends for a festive dinner gathering at the Purple Parrot. No more folks. Those days are past. Not only because several of my friends have
I do drive home in the dark from my evening shift twice a week at the hotel but the traffic is light and I know the route. But any other times, I fear I'm going that Old Person League and restricting myself to not driving at night.
As Bette Davis said:
"Getting old isn't for sissies." Tell me about it.