Monster eye!
Hey. That was the fastest visit to an ER I've ever had. Though the bloodspots continue to sprout across my eyeball, threatening to take over the white completely, there's apparently nothing serious the matter. I am not to take aspirin or other anticoagulents. My doctor was the happiest man in the world, all kindly warmth and vitality, with short gray hair that stood straight up all over his head. While waiting I read a few short stories by Robert Walser (upon which Institute Benjaminta was based, but I still haven't come across a story with powdered stag semen in it). The doctor asked what I was reading but drew a cheery blank when I showed him. He made me wish him a good day with all my heart. Some lovely people just do that to you, don't they?
The ER receptionist said I looked like her mother after she was slugged in the eye. Oh dear. She was anxious about a surgery that she was having scheduled for herself, I narrowly avoided blurting nosey questions, and she chirped "take care!" as I left.
I went from there to a nursery and bought some plants and seeds: impatiens, potato vines, nasturtium, a miniature antique rose, and a big gaudy fuschia geranium to replace the pale pink one that died over winter.
I'm trying to figure out how to replace a huge wooden trellis that's collapsing out front. The cat destroyed it over 15 years of jumping onto it from the giant oak. It supports huge masses of jasmine and other vines and I don't want to destroy them when I take down the trellis and somehow redrape them on some new (copper or iron) arbor thingy. I'm looking for a place online that sells these, and would love something with art-nouveauish lines. If you, dear reader, should have a hot tip about this to share.
So, my monster eye is peering onto the prettiest, happiest day in recent memory. The blazing red makes the green of my iris pop out like a traffic light. Hope I don't scare the kiddies.
The ER receptionist said I looked like her mother after she was slugged in the eye. Oh dear. She was anxious about a surgery that she was having scheduled for herself, I narrowly avoided blurting nosey questions, and she chirped "take care!" as I left.
I went from there to a nursery and bought some plants and seeds: impatiens, potato vines, nasturtium, a miniature antique rose, and a big gaudy fuschia geranium to replace the pale pink one that died over winter.
I'm trying to figure out how to replace a huge wooden trellis that's collapsing out front. The cat destroyed it over 15 years of jumping onto it from the giant oak. It supports huge masses of jasmine and other vines and I don't want to destroy them when I take down the trellis and somehow redrape them on some new (copper or iron) arbor thingy. I'm looking for a place online that sells these, and would love something with art-nouveauish lines. If you, dear reader, should have a hot tip about this to share.
So, my monster eye is peering onto the prettiest, happiest day in recent memory. The blazing red makes the green of my iris pop out like a traffic light. Hope I don't scare the kiddies.