seymour

I know it's corny,

 but he says his name is 

Seymour.

He popped out of the depths

 of this last underpainting.

I'm hoping he's right.

tenacity

One month after cataract surgery,

my right eye is still wrong. 

In addition to blurry, it's now also red, itchy and swollen.

Turns out I'm allergic to the eye drops.

Tenacity 

will keep me hanging on until I can see again.

This simple reminder is my gift to you:
Take nothing for granted;

get grateful now!

bugs

There's a bug in the blogosphere today. My blog has the dry heaves and double vision. And, like a bad child, it feverishly threw me out of its room. After 30 minutes of wheedling, cajoling, begging, then outright threatening, it still would not OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR RIGHT THIS MINUTE (no, I am not yelling, you little twit). So I called Google and tattled on it. I was told, no problem lady; just change your password.

You people have got to be kidding! I can't remember my own full name half the time, and you want me to CHANGE MY PASSWORD?!?!? Not to mention, I have a cast on clear up to my right armpit and have to type with my left index finger!!! Don't you understand that my left hand is connected to my right brain, where pretty pictures are stacked to the attic but there are NO English words, only Czechoslovakian ones, words that are all spelled with only c's and z's and v's??! Oh sure, I can make up a new password, but I couldn't remember it any more than you, in spite of all of your almighty gigabytes of Googleness, could.  

Would you say this to me even if you knew I'm an invalid??? Ha! I just bet you would, you behemoth breeder of bugs! Well, as that patron saint of everyman, Johnny Carson, would say...

"Cut off your Slauson!"