Their Eyes are Open (and working fine, thank you)

24 Jul
My youngest, Ainsley, on the bus.

Ainsley on the bus

Despite the ass-scorching heat index of 105 yesterday, we took the bus to Clarkson Eyecare to have the girls’ vision checked. The walk from our porch to the station is a third of a mile, but I was sweating as soon as I opened the front door and stuck my pinky toe out. It would have been easy to jump in the car, crank the AC, and drive the two measly miles, but I have this “Be the change you wish to see in the world” tattoo on the inside of my right, upper arm. I’m practically done with driving (at least in this chapter of my life, eventually, we’ll have an electric car).

The girls love the bus anyway. They love flashing their summer passes to the driver (they ride free from Memorial Day to Labor Day). We have great conversations. We act silly and talk about silly things. Our imaginations sizzle and spark. I don’t have to worry about crashing into poles and cars and the girls aren’t distracted with toys, video games, and shiny objects. We’re all IN the moment, enjoying the time together with no other expectations. I also like to remind the girls that riding the bus is about nine times safer than riding in a car. They get sick of hearing it, but it’s just another reason NOT to put the girls in an automobile more than necessary.

Clarkson is near Borders (how convenient!) so we went an hour early to chill with coffee and a book. I had visions of an iced coffee earlier in the heat, but somehow managed to order a regular, hot coffee once I was before the cafe’ employee. Damn! Coffee ordering anxiety strikes again. I even had them add steamed soy milk instead of cold. I might as well just go outside and light myself on fire.

Despite Chloe’s insistence that she’s half-blind and needs glasses, we found that she has 20/20 vision. Ainsley is slightly far-sighted, but that’s normal for her age (I had no idea).

Since we had twenty minutes to wait for the bus home and I was craving a white-fleshed peach, we walked to Dierbergs. Chloe picked up a plum. Ainsley wanted an apple, but decided against it.  We spent some time laughing hysterically at some motorized greeting cards. We still had five minutes to spare, so I let Chloe do the self-checkout by herself from beginning to end, pretending that I wasn’t even there. She loves doing that.

I sat down to simply chronicle an afternoon trip to the optometrist. I made a last minute decision to walk past the car. I left the house hot, tired, and with a slight headache. I even had the car keys in my messenger bag (the girls call it my murse). That would have deleted this entire story. Delete carrying Ainsley on my back to the transit station, most of the talking, the exercise, the laughing, the fruit, the photos…everything. The trip to the doctor would have been just that: a boring, routine trip to the doctor with the usual noise and air pollution.


3 Responses to “Their Eyes are Open (and working fine, thank you)”

  1. mom July 24, 2010 at 11:27 am #

    Sounds like fun!

    • fightn4it July 30, 2010 at 8:54 pm #

      The girls are staying in Pana next week.

  2. just me July 30, 2010 at 5:15 pm #

    I love that story! I wrote a short piece about public transport the other day with much the same sentiment. Good to find a fellow believer.

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