The Eye

I went to my eye doctor today. The image you see on the left is the image he had shown me to explain one of the issues I've had recently. He is definitely the best eye doctor I've ever met. I am so happy to have found him so soon after my move. He is quite an eccentric, and his staff pretends that they "tolerate" his shenanigans, but I think that they have more fun than they are willing to admit. We talked about Russia, poetry, Siberia, travel, governments, survival, art, books, children, and anything else you can imagine. In the meantime, five patients have been waiting patiently (where do you think the word "patient" comes from?) in his waiting-room. I felt a little uncomfortable for a little bit, knowing that I might have been a part of the cause for their waiting (the major cause was he, of course) - however, I knew that that's the way he ran his life, and he wouldn't have had it any other way.

Did I mention that he can diagnose a problem without using fancy tools or tests?

Don't you admire people who have things on their own terms in life and inspire others to have it the same way?