Hannah invited me to her family's Thanksgiving, but I had to decline. I told her as much as I'd love to go and meet her clan in person, it would feel awkward, like I was the weird, gay roommate in a clown costume who'd randomly shown up. Her mother expressed that she'd really wanted me to come, and I told Hannah to thank her, but reiterated my position. At least it's nice to be wanted.
The optometrist put my left contact under a microscope to discover there was a hairline crack right at the edge of the cornea. I had looked the contact over up and down, but not seen a thing, and had thought that my eye had gone all wonky, so it was actually a blissful revelation. Moreso, a new one has been ordered that my insurance will cover, so I can stop feeling like I'm living in a dream world with that rank fogginess resulting from having only one good contact on.
The grandmother of my youngest sister, who is my half-sister but whole nonetheless, died a few days ago. She was a very sweet lady, and my sister was very close to her and her grandfather, who also passed away about a year ago. She realizes that her grandmother is in a better place, which, as much as it is a cliche to say, is actually the truth of it. Death is but a door that leads to something else.
