On the same day that I was suffering the trials of bad contacts, my brother was enjoying his magic glasses. We aren't twins, but now I'm wondering if we have some creepy psychic link anyhow. I won't think about that. "La, la, la. I can't hear you!"
While I managed to get some good lenses today, my prescription certainly doesn't have the reality-enhancing effects that his does. I can't complain though, I can now see better than I have in ages and was able to do my translation without a headache. The illegible bits were still illegible, however, and I have to spend a little more time on it tomorrow before I move on to my programming assignment. Ah, life as an engineering student. There's always another homework.
After I finished my work for the day, the man and I wandered around the neighborhood. While I took many pictures, the sun dumped so much glare all over the place that most of them didn't turn out. On the bright side, I did discover a great house down in Shockoe Bottom that I wasn't entirely aware of before. It looks like a transplant from the Deep South: frilly ironwork, shady entry with a heavily carved door. I suspect that it's offices now, but in my parallel world, it's occupied by the villain in my next novel. That character got a whole new dimension from the iron arrows forming the gate and the weathering on the white marble steps. Mmm, food for thought. And I'm hungry.
255 words | February 28, 2004 11:36 PM | Real true story