The next two years were interesting. I was in the MTC for about 10 days when I received my first care package from Marcy. As I recall, there was a red skinny tie, some books about missionary work, and a quick note. That started the "Campaign". Over the next 2 years, we would correspond by mail about 22 times back and forth. Marcy staying aloof and being generic and supportive, me writing about my adventures in England.
In my first area, I had learned that Marcy had moved to Orem, UT. I had a flat mate who was going home. I asked him to hand deliver a cassette tape that I had made for her. I asked him to "return and report" and let me know if she was "waiting" for me. I will let Marcy tell you that story, but to say that it had a dramatic impact would be understating the fact.
After I had been out a little over a year, I decided to write an emotional letter asking for Marcy to share her feelings for me. The next letter I received let me know that she was not interested in sharing her feelings with me. I sent back a letter telling her that I just wanted to know. In that letter I wrote something to the effect of "That I could always find other prospects willing to share their feelings". That was the last letter sent between us for about 4 months..... Whoops!
In September of 1991, the letters started trickling in again, and we re-established a healthy regimen of platonic letters and correspondence. As the time got closer for me to be done with my mission, the letter frequency increased on both of our parts. Then, at my last zone conference, I received a "care package" from her and in it, "The holy grail" of a missionary. I opened it up in the chapel and wrapped in bubble wrap was a "HOT" posed photo of Marcy. (It was her best senior pose.) An Elder came up behind me and said "Whoah - who is that?" I sat there with the wind knocked out of me and said... "I believe, my future wife". I can't remember what else was sent, in my mind it didn't really matter. I had the beautiful smile of my future spouse to look at when ever I needed a fix!
January 28, 1992, I finally made my way home from Manchester, England - Chicago-O'hare - Denver - Salt Lake City - Reno - Portland. (The flight was free - so I shouldn't complain.) I was the last one off the plane - for effect. My family was there and a few friends from my YSA ward. No Marcy. "She must be working" I told myself. I found out that my Stake President wasn't available to release me until the next evening, so I had 24 hours to "hang" at home and re-acclimate myself to having a family. That evening, my family and I met with President Shriner and I was officially released. On the way home, we stopped at Safeway to grab some ice cream to celebrate.
When we got home, there was a red Toyota Corolla in the driveway. I didn't recognise the car. My dad said "wait here", I'll go check it out. Then he called from the door - "All clear!" So we all walked in nonchalant like. When I walked in the door, my jaw dropped, and my heart leaped. There standing before me in a form fitting black dress with gold buttons, was.....Marcy!
My world, from that day forward was changed forever. To say that I wasn't ready for the meeting yet would be putting it mildly. Marcy was nervous, I was scared to death! I had to excuse myself to the back bathroom and wash my face with water and do a lot of self talk in the mirror. I was a wreck! Out in the family room, my little sisters were all just staring and smiling at Marcy. My dad said later, he was afraid that she was going to "bolt". After about half an hour, I was composed enough to do more than just stand there. We sat and made nice. Finally, we decided to get away - to the convenience store at the freeway, which had some tables and booths. Nice, huh? We talked for a bit and I told her I was not ready for her yet and that I had some "exploration" left to do. She took me back to my house and we talked some more. At about midnight, she made me close my eyes and receive a gift from her. She presented me with a cross stitch of my mission complete with all of my areas in it. It was a beautiful labor of love.
Then.....We kissed. Sweet, wet and long! At that point, I was hers. Hook, line and sinker!
I never partook of my celebratory ice cream. I didn't care.
It was 6 days later that I asked Marcy to marry me. After a whirlwind engagement of 3 1/2 months, on May 15th, 1992, we started our eternity together.
Happy 18th anniversary Marcy. I love you more today than I did yesterday, but not as much as I will tomorrow!
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Thursday, May 13, 2010
.....got her in my sights....
OK, so I left off with Marcy and I not on such great terms. And for the record, I was a selfish ass at the ski mountain, and I know it.
There was official phone silence as well as social silence between Marcy and I for the next few weeks..... then it happened. Out of the blue, Marcy called me and asked me if I would consider coming to her home and having dinner. She was going to make one of her mother's famous lasagne's and needed someone to share it with. (I am paraphrasing here, but she really did say something like that.)
The day came, and I found myself running late from my second job, and showed up about 45 minutes late for the dinner and not having a 15 pound "brick" phone to call her on, she waited patiently - not knowing if I was actually going to show up. (Her mother also.) Upon arrival, she met me at the door and invited me in with a sweet smile and pleasant attitude despite my tardiness. We sat down to a well balanced meal of Lasagne (very good), salad and bread. I don't remember dessert, but I believe we had something - maybe jello with cool-whip? Anyways, her mother visited with us for a while, and then excused herself to her bedroom leaving Marcy and I alone to talk. And talk, we did!
At about midnight, I called my folks to let them know I was OK. About 2:30, I decided I needed to head for home. The time flew as Marcy and I had our very first real heart to heart discussion. We covered everything from favorite foods to favorite movie actors. I also took the time to apologize for my behavior on the ski trip. The methods of our communication improved by 90% that evening, and I finally left feeling fulfilled and understood. I believe we both felt that way.
It finally came time for me to start saying goodbye to friends and family as I was getting close to my Feb. 7, 1990 departure date for my mission. Those last few weeks went by so fast with either work or preparations, I didn't have a social life at all. On the last Sunday before I left, my family had an "open house" at the Woodland, WA building for all who wanted to come. About 15 of my YSA ward friends came and Marcy came with her mother. That was a whirlwind day and I recall my mother being very perplexed by all of the "girls" in attendance. "All friends", I made it plain to her. It's because of all of the new faces that my mother doesn't remember meeting Marcy that day.
There was a fireside that night that I attended, and I was able to say goodbye to everybody else I hadn't already seen that day. Marcy had come to the FS with some friends who conveniently abandoned her so that I would "have" to take her home. Which was good because she had another "gift" she had left at home that she needed to give me.
At her house, I opened a gift of a white shirt (very popular gift that Christmas as well), and for the first time saw this fine young lady shed a tear. She told me she was proud of me. She told me that she would miss me. She told me that she would write when she could, but that she expected to keep herself busy with school and work. She also told me that 2 years was a long time, and that she didn't know where her mind would be by the time I returned home, but that she would always be supportive of my mission responsibility.
And then,..... We kissed for the first time. Passionate, yet innocent. Guarded, yet passionate. We found ourselves talking (off and on) for the next few hours about future plans and goals. I didn't know mascara could run so far down a cheek and then onto a satin, sapphire blue dress. This young woman had my attention as well as my heart.
Then, we kissed for the last time. Sweetly, innocently.
I came away that evening knowing that Marcy was going to fit into a future of mine in some way. I came away knowing that she had a very sharp intellect. This woman intellectually challenged me, and inspired me to be a better person. All of the things that I wasn't, she was.
She never, however, told me she loved me. I had a hard time with that.
I left on my mission two days later. I was free to serve and do what was expected of me. I really had no expectations. I was able to focus on my mission. That was her plan. That was my plan. And it worked, mostly.........
There was official phone silence as well as social silence between Marcy and I for the next few weeks..... then it happened. Out of the blue, Marcy called me and asked me if I would consider coming to her home and having dinner. She was going to make one of her mother's famous lasagne's and needed someone to share it with. (I am paraphrasing here, but she really did say something like that.)
The day came, and I found myself running late from my second job, and showed up about 45 minutes late for the dinner and not having a 15 pound "brick" phone to call her on, she waited patiently - not knowing if I was actually going to show up. (Her mother also.) Upon arrival, she met me at the door and invited me in with a sweet smile and pleasant attitude despite my tardiness. We sat down to a well balanced meal of Lasagne (very good), salad and bread. I don't remember dessert, but I believe we had something - maybe jello with cool-whip? Anyways, her mother visited with us for a while, and then excused herself to her bedroom leaving Marcy and I alone to talk. And talk, we did!
At about midnight, I called my folks to let them know I was OK. About 2:30, I decided I needed to head for home. The time flew as Marcy and I had our very first real heart to heart discussion. We covered everything from favorite foods to favorite movie actors. I also took the time to apologize for my behavior on the ski trip. The methods of our communication improved by 90% that evening, and I finally left feeling fulfilled and understood. I believe we both felt that way.
It finally came time for me to start saying goodbye to friends and family as I was getting close to my Feb. 7, 1990 departure date for my mission. Those last few weeks went by so fast with either work or preparations, I didn't have a social life at all. On the last Sunday before I left, my family had an "open house" at the Woodland, WA building for all who wanted to come. About 15 of my YSA ward friends came and Marcy came with her mother. That was a whirlwind day and I recall my mother being very perplexed by all of the "girls" in attendance. "All friends", I made it plain to her. It's because of all of the new faces that my mother doesn't remember meeting Marcy that day.
There was a fireside that night that I attended, and I was able to say goodbye to everybody else I hadn't already seen that day. Marcy had come to the FS with some friends who conveniently abandoned her so that I would "have" to take her home. Which was good because she had another "gift" she had left at home that she needed to give me.
At her house, I opened a gift of a white shirt (very popular gift that Christmas as well), and for the first time saw this fine young lady shed a tear. She told me she was proud of me. She told me that she would miss me. She told me that she would write when she could, but that she expected to keep herself busy with school and work. She also told me that 2 years was a long time, and that she didn't know where her mind would be by the time I returned home, but that she would always be supportive of my mission responsibility.
And then,..... We kissed for the first time. Passionate, yet innocent. Guarded, yet passionate. We found ourselves talking (off and on) for the next few hours about future plans and goals. I didn't know mascara could run so far down a cheek and then onto a satin, sapphire blue dress. This young woman had my attention as well as my heart.
Then, we kissed for the last time. Sweetly, innocently.
I came away that evening knowing that Marcy was going to fit into a future of mine in some way. I came away knowing that she had a very sharp intellect. This woman intellectually challenged me, and inspired me to be a better person. All of the things that I wasn't, she was.
She never, however, told me she loved me. I had a hard time with that.
I left on my mission two days later. I was free to serve and do what was expected of me. I really had no expectations. I was able to focus on my mission. That was her plan. That was my plan. And it worked, mostly.........
.... the chase.....
It was some time in November that I received my mission call. My first call was to Bishop Weaver. Then extended family. I wanted to tell my YSA friends in person, so at FHE, I made the announcement like so many before me had. Then, at a dance in Lake Oswego was able to announce to Marcy my call in person. It was the first time we had "touched" each other in any form other than dancing. I took her by both hands and said "I have been called to the England Coventry Mission". I believe she said "That's wonderful - wanna dance?" Our hands dropped, and we did dance.
From that point on, I would only describe our relationship as perplexing. Marcy made sure to always have friends around her when she went to dances. It also seemed that she started working more hours and didn't make it out socially much anymore. No rides to dances and firesides. Not feeling well. She will probably say that I am being over dramatic here, but this is what I recall. I started to take excuses away and made the trip to Longview several times to pick her up for activities and returned her home afterwards. (Her mother was kind of possessive of her car.) I started to believe that she didn't like me. Then, around Christmas time (before), she surprised me at a fireside locally and showed up. She pulled me aside and took me into a vacant room. She reached into her bag and sweetly said "Santa dropped this off at my house a little early. You believe in Santa, right?" I said "Uh, yeah." I opened up the box and there it was. A Turquoise colored, skinny 1980's tie. Cool. I needed more ties. The thought was very well received. I was starting to get it. She also invited me up to her house for Christmas evening. I was excited to go. It was then that I met my future sister in law and her Husband Dave. (It is noteworthy that Tracey was about 7 months pregnant with my first nephew, Enoch.) It was kind of awkward as we didn't really have alot to talk about as a group, but a nice evening all the same.
The next time I saw Marcy was at the New Years Eve dance at the Memorial Coliseum. A local band played current top 40 and there were a ton of people there. I know I danced alot with girls from the singles ward, as they knew I would be leaving soon. I also remember dancing with Marcy a few times as well. And, one of her "good" friends. (Sent from Satan)! That's another story. My last dance of the evening was with Marcy!
After the last dance, an announcement was made about a "YSA ski trip" at Timberline. Marcy announced that she didn't know how to ski, but wanted to go if I went. We made arrangements, and I was to drive her up to the mountain. The YSA leader had some connections to a cabin on the mountain, and there were some "old chaperone's" there to keep all of our raging hormones under wraps.
We went up the Friday evening before and were there to get a fresh start the next day.
What do a bunch of 18 - 30 year olds do for fun when you remove alcohol? Play games. There were several board games set up throughout, but I wanted to play a game called Murder. I can't remember the game exactly, but it was a game in a circle on the floor where at several times, there was a mad rush for a bunch of spoons in the center. Like musical chairs I think. At any rate, Marcy tried for a spoon and got creamed by the pile. She got the wind knocked out of her for sure, and really didn't have much gusto for staying up too late after that one.
The next day, early, we all got up and went skiing. I can definitely confirm - Marcy in fact "Could not Ski" While she took her lesson, I went skiing with the grown ups. When I came back down after the lessons were over, I found her sitting on her butt about half way down the bunny hill scooching her bottom along to just try to make it to the chair lift back up to the top of the bunny hill. I swooshed on down and tried to help her to her feet. She didn't want to. She wanted to go home. She was deflated and depressed. And I did the thing that came naturally. I tried to teach her how to ski..... for about 5 minutes. Then I did the other thing that came naturally. I was an Ass! I told her to make her way to the lift by carrying her skis, and that I would come back and find her at the lodge. After about 3 or 4 more runs, I checked at the lodge and found her sitting there on a bench outside with another failed skier from our group. I asked her what she wanted to do and she said "I probably have a cracked rib from last night, I can't ski, and I want to go home!" So, I replied "OK - I will ski a few more runs, come and get you and we can go." Off I went and an hour or so later, I returned..... and we left.
To say the trip home to Longview was not good would be an understatement. It was mostly silent. I felt bad for not taking her injury seriously, but also felt that my last ski trip before my mission was important too. Boy, did I have alot to learn. I dropped her off at her door, got her gear in, had the most pathetic "hug" of a lifetime, and drove off furious! All reading this know that this is not how the story ends, but it would be safe to say that at this point, the Chase was over.....
From that point on, I would only describe our relationship as perplexing. Marcy made sure to always have friends around her when she went to dances. It also seemed that she started working more hours and didn't make it out socially much anymore. No rides to dances and firesides. Not feeling well. She will probably say that I am being over dramatic here, but this is what I recall. I started to take excuses away and made the trip to Longview several times to pick her up for activities and returned her home afterwards. (Her mother was kind of possessive of her car.) I started to believe that she didn't like me. Then, around Christmas time (before), she surprised me at a fireside locally and showed up. She pulled me aside and took me into a vacant room. She reached into her bag and sweetly said "Santa dropped this off at my house a little early. You believe in Santa, right?" I said "Uh, yeah." I opened up the box and there it was. A Turquoise colored, skinny 1980's tie. Cool. I needed more ties. The thought was very well received. I was starting to get it. She also invited me up to her house for Christmas evening. I was excited to go. It was then that I met my future sister in law and her Husband Dave. (It is noteworthy that Tracey was about 7 months pregnant with my first nephew, Enoch.) It was kind of awkward as we didn't really have alot to talk about as a group, but a nice evening all the same.
The next time I saw Marcy was at the New Years Eve dance at the Memorial Coliseum. A local band played current top 40 and there were a ton of people there. I know I danced alot with girls from the singles ward, as they knew I would be leaving soon. I also remember dancing with Marcy a few times as well. And, one of her "good" friends. (Sent from Satan)! That's another story. My last dance of the evening was with Marcy!
After the last dance, an announcement was made about a "YSA ski trip" at Timberline. Marcy announced that she didn't know how to ski, but wanted to go if I went. We made arrangements, and I was to drive her up to the mountain. The YSA leader had some connections to a cabin on the mountain, and there were some "old chaperone's" there to keep all of our raging hormones under wraps.
We went up the Friday evening before and were there to get a fresh start the next day.
What do a bunch of 18 - 30 year olds do for fun when you remove alcohol? Play games. There were several board games set up throughout, but I wanted to play a game called Murder. I can't remember the game exactly, but it was a game in a circle on the floor where at several times, there was a mad rush for a bunch of spoons in the center. Like musical chairs I think. At any rate, Marcy tried for a spoon and got creamed by the pile. She got the wind knocked out of her for sure, and really didn't have much gusto for staying up too late after that one.
The next day, early, we all got up and went skiing. I can definitely confirm - Marcy in fact "Could not Ski" While she took her lesson, I went skiing with the grown ups. When I came back down after the lessons were over, I found her sitting on her butt about half way down the bunny hill scooching her bottom along to just try to make it to the chair lift back up to the top of the bunny hill. I swooshed on down and tried to help her to her feet. She didn't want to. She wanted to go home. She was deflated and depressed. And I did the thing that came naturally. I tried to teach her how to ski..... for about 5 minutes. Then I did the other thing that came naturally. I was an Ass! I told her to make her way to the lift by carrying her skis, and that I would come back and find her at the lodge. After about 3 or 4 more runs, I checked at the lodge and found her sitting there on a bench outside with another failed skier from our group. I asked her what she wanted to do and she said "I probably have a cracked rib from last night, I can't ski, and I want to go home!" So, I replied "OK - I will ski a few more runs, come and get you and we can go." Off I went and an hour or so later, I returned..... and we left.
To say the trip home to Longview was not good would be an understatement. It was mostly silent. I felt bad for not taking her injury seriously, but also felt that my last ski trip before my mission was important too. Boy, did I have alot to learn. I dropped her off at her door, got her gear in, had the most pathetic "hug" of a lifetime, and drove off furious! All reading this know that this is not how the story ends, but it would be safe to say that at this point, the Chase was over.....
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
when David met Marcy....
This Saturday, May 15, I will have been married to Marcy 18 years. Not a round number yet, or a milepost for that matter, but definitely noteworthy.
I'd like to take this time to put a few reflective thoughts on my life partner and spouse.
I remember the first time I saw her. It was at an undecorated gymnasium at a young adults dance in Hillsboro, Oregon. She was trying her best to keep up with a taller (larger) man doing gyrating 1980's dance moves. She looked a bit distressed, and I was looking for a way out of a dramatic love triangle. I couldn't help but want to come to her aid if at all possible. The song ended, but the dude didn't move on. I started towards her, but at that point she had made herself an excuse or something and got away on her own - also away from me. So, I waited. When she came back into the dance area, gyrating dude started towards her again as a slower song came on. I gracefully raced to her first and asked her to dance. Her first words ever to me were "Thank you - his eyes kept rolling back in his head". I know - romantic, huh? My first words were something like "Uh, my name is David... David Kestner - What's your name?" Smooth, right? Anyways, we danced a few more songs, and then we moved on. I can't recall if I asked her to dance again that night, but remember commenting that I went to most of the bi-regional dances as long as I wasn't working and would look for her again in the future. She said she would do the same.
Flash forward one week.....The next time I saw Marcy was at a well attended dance in Portland, Oregon. I kid you not when I say that I could have been 10 feet away from her and not seen her, there were so many people at this dance - but, it was easy to find her due to the "shaft of light" that shown upon her this evening. I saw her from across the room, and spent the next few songs making my way towards her. We met somewhere in the middle of the floor and danced a few songs. At that point, we made an agreement that we would always save a dance for one another if we attended the same dances in the future. That was fine by me. I was there with a friend who like me had to get up early in the morning the next day and we left before the dance was over.
Marcy and I kept this coy relationship up for a few more weeks until at one dance, I found Marcy alone in the hall looking at some artwork. I approached her and asked her what she was thinking. Her response "it's beautiful". If I had been a cheesy pick up artist, I may have said "Why yes I am". Instead, I asked her why she wasn't dancing. She replied "Justin, my ex boyfriend is here". I then said something like, "want me to beat him up? or Show him your new boyfriend" or maybe I was just thinking that. At any rate, that evening I got her home and work phone number and invited her to a fireside at the Vancouver West Stake Center the next evening. She said she thought she had to work, but would see if she could get off early.
The next day after church, I drove to Longview, WA to her work (JC Penny) to give my invitation in person to her again in front of her boss. (The one who could decide if she could get off a little early.) I don't know if that move worked, but, I was sitting next to Marcy at the fireside that evening.
Her smell was intoxicating. She wore Xia Xiang (I called it Zing Zing). Her hair, long, blond, loose and flowing. Her eyes, depending on her mood and colors she wore were a cross between green and blue. But - her smile. That smile could light up a room. That evening, I could see clearly for the first time. That evening, as I followed her to the gas station to help her put gas into her mother's Pontiac LaMans, I told myself that I definitely wanted to write to her while I was on my mission.
There was something about the sweet innocence of this beautiful young lady. There was an intrigue to her ability to stay very aloof and treat me as "just another guy". I was shocked when after meeting her many more times at dances, going to firesides and sitting next to each other, and doing this for 4 - 6 weeks, we weren't "dating". Could have fooled me. THE CHASE WAS ON!
I found out later that she didn't want to complicate things as I was leaving on a mission in the next few months, so wanted to keep the relationship "just friends". It would be several years before I found out what she really thought of me.......
I'd like to take this time to put a few reflective thoughts on my life partner and spouse.
I remember the first time I saw her. It was at an undecorated gymnasium at a young adults dance in Hillsboro, Oregon. She was trying her best to keep up with a taller (larger) man doing gyrating 1980's dance moves. She looked a bit distressed, and I was looking for a way out of a dramatic love triangle. I couldn't help but want to come to her aid if at all possible. The song ended, but the dude didn't move on. I started towards her, but at that point she had made herself an excuse or something and got away on her own - also away from me. So, I waited. When she came back into the dance area, gyrating dude started towards her again as a slower song came on. I gracefully raced to her first and asked her to dance. Her first words ever to me were "Thank you - his eyes kept rolling back in his head". I know - romantic, huh? My first words were something like "Uh, my name is David... David Kestner - What's your name?" Smooth, right? Anyways, we danced a few more songs, and then we moved on. I can't recall if I asked her to dance again that night, but remember commenting that I went to most of the bi-regional dances as long as I wasn't working and would look for her again in the future. She said she would do the same.
Flash forward one week.....The next time I saw Marcy was at a well attended dance in Portland, Oregon. I kid you not when I say that I could have been 10 feet away from her and not seen her, there were so many people at this dance - but, it was easy to find her due to the "shaft of light" that shown upon her this evening. I saw her from across the room, and spent the next few songs making my way towards her. We met somewhere in the middle of the floor and danced a few songs. At that point, we made an agreement that we would always save a dance for one another if we attended the same dances in the future. That was fine by me. I was there with a friend who like me had to get up early in the morning the next day and we left before the dance was over.
Marcy and I kept this coy relationship up for a few more weeks until at one dance, I found Marcy alone in the hall looking at some artwork. I approached her and asked her what she was thinking. Her response "it's beautiful". If I had been a cheesy pick up artist, I may have said "Why yes I am". Instead, I asked her why she wasn't dancing. She replied "Justin, my ex boyfriend is here". I then said something like, "want me to beat him up? or Show him your new boyfriend" or maybe I was just thinking that. At any rate, that evening I got her home and work phone number and invited her to a fireside at the Vancouver West Stake Center the next evening. She said she thought she had to work, but would see if she could get off early.
The next day after church, I drove to Longview, WA to her work (JC Penny) to give my invitation in person to her again in front of her boss. (The one who could decide if she could get off a little early.) I don't know if that move worked, but, I was sitting next to Marcy at the fireside that evening.
Her smell was intoxicating. She wore Xia Xiang (I called it Zing Zing). Her hair, long, blond, loose and flowing. Her eyes, depending on her mood and colors she wore were a cross between green and blue. But - her smile. That smile could light up a room. That evening, I could see clearly for the first time. That evening, as I followed her to the gas station to help her put gas into her mother's Pontiac LaMans, I told myself that I definitely wanted to write to her while I was on my mission.
There was something about the sweet innocence of this beautiful young lady. There was an intrigue to her ability to stay very aloof and treat me as "just another guy". I was shocked when after meeting her many more times at dances, going to firesides and sitting next to each other, and doing this for 4 - 6 weeks, we weren't "dating". Could have fooled me. THE CHASE WAS ON!
I found out later that she didn't want to complicate things as I was leaving on a mission in the next few months, so wanted to keep the relationship "just friends". It would be several years before I found out what she really thought of me.......
Friday, May 7, 2010
Medical insurance - what a blessing!
As of May 1, 2010, the David Kestner family is covered under a full medical insurance plan due to my part time employment with Costco.
May God bless Costco!
Marcy is getting the care that she desperately needs and I had my eye exam today - compliments of Costco optical. One of the benefits of being an employee is that the exam was free, and the glasses came to less than the $150 maximum paid for by insurance - so they were also FREE!
The down side - I have become more near sighted (I think that is what is called when you can't see distances so well anymore), and ...... I am a good candidate for ..... bi-focals. (What the crap?) I am NOT doing that this time, but will have to consider it next time. What happened to just having astigmatism? Anyways - All soon will be mended due to hard work ethic (thanks dad for the example), and a great company to work for.
Maybe someday I will learn how to post photos of my new look......
Ciao!
May God bless Costco!
Marcy is getting the care that she desperately needs and I had my eye exam today - compliments of Costco optical. One of the benefits of being an employee is that the exam was free, and the glasses came to less than the $150 maximum paid for by insurance - so they were also FREE!
The down side - I have become more near sighted (I think that is what is called when you can't see distances so well anymore), and ...... I am a good candidate for ..... bi-focals. (What the crap?) I am NOT doing that this time, but will have to consider it next time. What happened to just having astigmatism? Anyways - All soon will be mended due to hard work ethic (thanks dad for the example), and a great company to work for.
Maybe someday I will learn how to post photos of my new look......
Ciao!
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