Can See How Much I Love You by Amy Bloom. I picked it up simply
because I loved that title. And then there were the tidbits like:
I sometimes think that my mother's true purpose in life, the thing that gives
her days meaning and her heart ease, is her ability to torture me in a
manner as ancient and genteelly elaborate as lace making.
from "The Gates are Closing"
Sometimes a writer's ability to turn a phrase just grabs me and I am filled with both admiration and envy.
On the subject of seeing:
I received a denial of payment for my visit to the eye doctor a few weeks ago. I had an increase in the "floaters" drifting across my line of vision and then lightening-like flashes, which were new and worrisome. I called my eye doctor in Vermont and he advised seeing someone, "preferably a retinal specialist" right away. I was able to get an appointment and I thought I was doing the prudent thing. According to my insurance carrier, when in Florida, I should go to an emergency room, which would be covered. If the doctor at the ER then referred me to a retinal specialist, that would be covered. Going directly any doctor "outside of network" is not covered. Seems wasteful, but I am not going to complain too much. The representative at my insurance company has a heart and I will be reimbursed this one time and from now on I will know better.
In the meantime, I am thankfully past the high risk period for a detached retina. The light shows and dancing shadows--cheap entertainment that I will have to live with for who knows how long.
Spectacular full moon last night and gorgeous sunset as I am writing this...