My eye

The left to be exact. It has a saga. Well, both of my eye's are involved in the saga.

It starts when I was young. I was diagnosed with an eye focusing error. Which means the little muscles in your eye which keep it steady to follow a line of writing, were not developed. So I couldn't read.

That was fun. The years before 11. I would get massive headaches when trying to study for more than 20 minutes, which is why we began homeschooling. But I grew out of my focusing error, and for 4 years I had perfect vision. Then I was given glasses for distance because my vision was no longer fine.

Glasses. I didn't want to be one of the kids with glasses. I wanted perfect vision like both my parents. I didn't want issues. So I didn't wear them. And I didn't go back to the optometrist for 6 or so years. I recently went back. And was told that if I have glasses I should wear them. I have been. The headaches are gone so that's nice. But when I was at the Doctor's, his fancy new eye camera found a hole in my left eye, and I have been scheduled for laser surgery to tack it into place so my retina never detaches, which could happen because of my hole.

I'm not old enough for this kind of drama.





NINE DAYS TILL DOCTOR WHO!!!!!!!!

This is not a travel blog.

Okay, I happen to combating travel envy right now.

WYD has rolled around again, and once again I am NOT there. I am also not leaving to see lovely historical sites or go to school in a foreign country. I am going to stay home and watch it all on TV,  read other peoples blogs and decipher home picture slides.





11 Days till Doctor Who!!!!!

GERONIMO

My first blackberry of the season.

I always forget what blackberry tastes like. Fresh off the bush. Still warm. And then I always remember, and it is good. So good. Do I forget the joys of seasons that aren't happening? I don't think I do, and then I eat that blackberry.

We also got three hazelnuts from the nut tree. That was fun. Nothing else is ready to be harvested.

It's the 15th of August. The evenings are shorter, the days cooler. Time to think about back to school.

Because of the what I chose to do, back to school supplies don't look standard. They haven't looked standard since grade 2 and I still miss that feeling. Kilts, new pencils and knee-high socks are all things I wish for as soon as anyone mentions school. I wish universities had uniforms. I wish it could feel like September more often. New, fresh, and so so clean. No big black blemishes tarnishing your memories yet. They come. So quickly they come, but they haven't arrived yet.

Pretty, Huh?

I miss that feeling.Adulthood isn't formed into seasons quite the same way. I think I will suffer nostalgia for Autumn forever.

12 days till Doctor Who!!!

GERONIMO

Maybe I should use this?

So I think one of the points of a blog is to write about your life. I seem to have trouble grasping that right now. Obviously.
I have really low lows after great days. I had a great day yesterday, last night I crashed. The crash always looks the same.

                                   Silly.

Last night I got thinking about the talents God gives different people, which led me to come to the (false?) realization that I have no great talents and absolutely no original thoughts. And I am a choleric, direct communicator, and generally loud and abrasive. So I got to cry about having no redeeming qualities and this morning life looked so much better.

Who wudda thunk?

But I would still like a talent. Or to be pretty. I would take either. Not too picky.

Why don't we dress like that anymore? I would wear a corset to look like that. Would you?

Friday came.

 Let us do this in Quick Take format.

ONE
This is the first time I have ever had to work a full time job in the Summer. It changes the feel of a season drastically. I haven't helped around the house nearly as much. I haven't read many books. I also haven't lounged around looking for something to do. I haven't swum in the lake either, but that is more a comment on the weather more than my job. So, different.

TWO
I ate ice cream out of a carton for the first time 10 minutes ago. It was fun.

THREE
I appear to run a Doctor Who lending service. I will hand out my DW as long as people love it.

FOUR
I have a new key board. It feels different. I am adjusting.

FIVE
Book talk, Jane by April Linder; Jane and Rochester have no chemistry. It is boring. The creep factor that is in the original is not there and I was altogether disappointed, especially after it had such a pretty cover.

SIX
I like fabric shopping on the internet. I don't like it IRL. My feet always get sore when I have to browse through a fabric store looking for those few good finds.

SEVEN
Have a lovely long weekend.

GERONIMO

Becoming Open

There are so many types of open and almost all are good. Open to grace, open to chances, open to people. Open is followed by honest. Honest, but kind, I think., because with open, comes vulnerability.

I am not open by choice. My mother has made a point to wear me down over time, but it was not a tendency I came to all by myself. This blog is an experiment in being more open.

So, lets play 5 random facts about me;

1. I am a closet music fan. As a musician that sounds wierd, but I am a classical musician. Classical people can get snobby. I like music. I like lots of music. All the time I like music. 
2. I plan phone calls well in advance. I practice what I have to say. I rehearse it over and over. Then I dial with shaky sweaty fingers and get the call over as fast as I can with as few umms as possible. It helps that I plan the call. I don't like making calls. I don't mind answering the phone.
3. I prefer Adoration in the middle of the night. I like a quite world so I can cry with God alone. I cry in Adoration. Always. It's easier in private.
4. I love history. It's a soap opera your permitted to study and memorise all the funky details of. I want to travel for the history of a place not its climate.
5. My fingernails a currently bright blue.

GERONIMO

True Lovers of Lists

After years of my mother telling to do five or six chores and then leaving to do what ever is was she had to do, and coming home and noticing that I always forget to do one or three, we devised "the list".

If you have never heard of lists they are very rare and new fangled. They are written directions.
Like:

• Do laundry
• Make dinner
• Move your stupid books off the coffee table, and take them to your bedroom. I don't care if you reading them.

You get the idea.

Well, after years of communicating through lists and listening to the line of the Queen Scouts,  (I happen to be the spawn of one), Be Prepared, I have grown attached to lists.

I have been amusing myself with making lists about a trip I am going take in twenty-six months. Yes, I am making packing lists for a trip that is going to take place in over two years. And food lists. And budget lists. And location lists.

Although at least half these lists came into creation because I couldn't remember all the words to There was an old women who swallowed a fly.