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The readers that were talking about blue lenses for chuldren should be pleased to hear I've found it helps me, though I am a pwp not a child (debatable!). My complaint i just having a bad day lots of back pain, stiffness- if only this d---- disease would pick the parts ofyou that will malfunction and let youhave a level day,nio ups and downs just smooth. This!@#$%&* editor wont go back to edit, I hate this provider ... done complaining thought I'd run a long poem byyou. I Help Out Round The House It started out a good idea tidy up the kitchen Anita will be pleased besides I'm bored maybe, clean the fridge contents need arranging wiping down, moving sorting things logically, with my priorities on top 1/2 hour later fridge looks great! I'm getting tired just do these few dishes putting them I away I discover cupboards aren't set up properly at all theses glasses should be over there why is all the good stuff at the back? this silverware should be in this drawer warning bells go off in my head but I ignore them why, look how much wasted space in these food cupboards if I crammed this box in this way why, look at these pots and pans best to take everything out with noble intentions I go into hyper-mode soon almost all the cupboards are "reorganized" or amongst the clutter I try to stand up to stretch then realize I have seized up I glance at my watch I have missed my pills and Anita will be home in a few minutes I look around looks like a hurricane pots, lids, pans sparkling accusingly from their foreign home teetering towers of total chaos cupboard doors and drawers in disarray I sit there in dismay and pain caught in my own offense against common sense Anita arrives and spreads her hands I tell her two obvious facts I've been reorganizing but now I'm stuck no, I didn't take them yes, I forgot I cleaned the fridge she steps nimbly through the attacking tribe opens the fridge milk falls out spills on floor mixes with flour from when the box broke maybe we can have cake she shakes her head and patiently explains her kitchen doesn't need my touch I nod stiffly she helps me lurch off to bed to rest brings me my pills I lie there a chagrined 2by4 well at least this disaster I was conscious last week I was under a chair and bucket of water but the walls were clean well, 31/2 of them the week before that she found me face down on the forest floor I'd been weeding the base of the hill edge of our property line not dampening my efforts we laughed about it later but now years later it's no fun laughing by yourself Bill Harrington