piece of cake

Shelley Smart grew up just up the coast from me.

Or down the coast, as they say on the coast.

I never met her there. Still haven't.

That's because I met her here in blogland.

When I had mentioned Day's lobster rolls in a post, 

she popped up like clam squirt.

Said she grew up with the Day's kids,

went to school with them,

while I was growing up on their lobster rolls. 

Wicked small world.

Shelley comments that she's also having 

cataract surgery in a couple of weeks.

If I were there (Oxnard, I think), we'd do lunch.

 I'd buy you a lobster roll, Shell, 

and tell you it's 

a piece of cake.

How ironic... there's an eye in the window.

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!

new blues

Last April, I switched to abstract.

Just as well.

I had cataract surgery this past week.

Only my right eye, this time.

My left-eye vision looks old and yellow; 

the right eye shows bright new blues.

Didn't Monet see new blues before his lights went out?

Now Google insinuates that my account's been hijacked. 

Never a dull moment.