We were watching Abducted in Plain Sight (you would have hated it and turned it off, because these people are unbelievable naive and stupid). And somehow, S started telling me about the time you were in JC Penney's and your mom wouldn't take you to the bathroom and you ended up pooping your pants. Then you described walking along, shaking out "rocks" from your pants. I don't remember you telling this story, but it sounds like something you would have said. Anyway, we got a good laugh from it.
I was drinking a glass of wine, which seems to have interfered with my vision. I feel like I don't have binocular vision right now - I can see individually from each eye, but both together don't seem to work. I wonder if this is how your vision was working at the end. You complained for a couple years that you couldn't see out of both eyes at once. I wish the optometrists could have figured it out.
Speaking of which, I have to make appointments for S and me for eye exams. I tried to make one, and once I had gone through the process with one company, I got an email saying they don't take our insurance. Sigh. On to the next place, I guess. S said she wouldn't mind going back to the lady she saw last year. I didn't like her, but if S does...I guess I don't mind.
When my sister A was here, we made some headway on organizing the baseball cards. I'll be continuing to work on them for a while. I can see why you chose not to deal with them - it would have been very depressing to you to face the lack of return on your investment. I'm not sure what to expect when I try to sell them, but it will probably be far less than I think today. Fortunately, one of my online friends (the one you thought was completely full of shit all the time with his Army proclamations (but also felt a little comradery because he is Army) has had some suggestions. I hope he will be able to hook me up with a decent/honest dealer. We shall see.