Fifty five

Today is my parents' 55th anniversary. They both turned 78 in March. My mother had double cataract surgery in June, which had the side benefit of making her vision 20/20 for the first time since she was a teenager. She still insists on wearing glasses, though. She says they're just part of her face. My father had a stroke in July, and now his eyesight has gone straight to hell. There's probably a moral in there somewhere, about long-married couples compensating for each other's weaknesses, or some cross-stitch homily about how she can be his eyes now. But that's the kind of gross sentiment everybody in my family would laugh at, which is why I'm only reporting it to a blog. It's been a terrible year, is what I'm saying, but at least nobody died!