My younger son and I went to hear Joyce Carol Oates read from her new book, "The Accursed". She was quite wonderful. She's 74, but looks much younger, due to her thinness and beautiful skin. She was generous as always. I've seen her before and also done a writing workshop with her twenty years ago. We both went up to have our books signed after, and I told her I thought she was the American Dickens. She was pleased. She asked my son what he did for a living, and he said he moved around art. It was great she was curious about him. We felt very happy we'd gone to see her.
This morning I went to the eye doctor, a person I like a lot. The eyes looked good. I then picked out new glasses, as my prescription has changed twice without me getting glasses. I got big red sunglasses and small inconspicuous regular glasses in a thin silver metal frame. The reverse of what I have now: turquoise out there glasses and modest green sunglasses. Glasses are exciting, especially when you have to wear them all the time as I do. Now I'm set for my daughter's wedding in June.
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