Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware

You don’t see this much in the summer.

I had my annual visit to the ophthalmologist this morning.  My doctor retired recently so I tried the new guy.  He seems a decent sort.  He was efficient. 

 When I was four, my brother hit me in the eye with a slingshot.  We wound up at Hopkins very late at night.  I remember having a drop of blood rolling around my eye.  It was making my mother sick  so I tilted my head whenever she was looking at me.  I developed a cataract from it.  I’ll have to get it removed eventually.  Barf.

I was thinking about getting red frames, but I got violet instead.  My insurance allows me to get a free pair every year which is good because my prescription is always changing.  And I like variety.

I stopped at Mernie’s on the way home and bought fresh corn and peaches.  The corn was delicious.  Doug ate four ears and I had two.  It is so nice to be able to eat corn on the cob again.  Which reminds me.  I need to see the dentist soon.  Cora tried to peel a peach, but she didn’t do a very good job.  I told her to stick to purring.

When I got home, I couldn’t go out because my pupils were still dilated.  So I sat down and FINALLY finished writing my hat pattern.  I have been so lazy this summer, it is down right embarrassing.