Friday, December 07, 2012
I was not alive when December 7, 1941 came. I cannot explain why this anniversary has always been an emotional day for me. For more than a decade, I have taken the day off, but could not this year. I wore a pin for USS Arizona and went to work in the morning.
Today was our department Christmas lunch, one of those "important to attend" events. But my boss excused me so I could get my annual eye exam. I had FSA dollars that had to be spent and, with working 7 days a week, time for the appointment was going to be a real challenge.
I left when everyone else left for the lunch because I'd decided to run some errands. One of those was to get my hair cut. I parked at the far end of the parking lot from the eye doctor's. Only then did I remember that SuperCuts is a few blocks away. Traffic was so awful I decided to walk. That was glorious!
The eye appointment went well. Doc was very pleased. He's the best eye doc I have ever had. He has taken the time to figure out how my odd eyes work, he spends time with me and he reviews my charts in great detail. It was a full 2 hour exam. At the end, I learned that the cost for the appointment and the special test matched to the penny the last few dollars I had in my FSA account! I was thrilled! For those who don't have the Flex Spending Account: the funds set aside as pretax dollars have to be spent in that calendar year or the person loses the money.
Our young intern attorney commented today that soon Pearl Harbor Day will not be observed. By that, he meant that there are so few people still alive who remember the actual day. My thought was, it will be remembered as long as I am alive.