Drifting through life

  to photograph the Chihuly Blown Glass art exhibits. Walked for miles all around the gardens, and into the Conservatory too, They call it the Conservatorium, but I'm not that fancy. They had more exhibits inside there, but it wasn't free, so I paid my $12 concession fee and went in. I love it in there, but it is warm and humid.I must have sweated off five pounds at least.  After photographing all the pieces, I enjoyed a hot chocolate at the kiosk by the duck pond, then walked some more back to the entrance gates, to the city, then through the city to Victoria Square where "my" bus was expected in three minutes. Patted down my pockets, bus pass, yes, house keys....uh oh, checked ALL my pockets and they weren't there. I'd lost them somewhere in the gardens.  Back I went as fast as my aching feet could carry me, all the while thinking where would be the most logical place. I decided the Conservatory, because that was where I'd taken off my jacket and tied it...

  and after many photos were taken and stinging drops in the eyes to expand the pupils, followed by much flashing of bright lights for the doctor to see the back of the eyes, a discussion was had and decisions were made.  I have overgrown skin above the eyelids, which sags and droops heavily onto the eyelids, making it difficult to "open wide now", so it is impacting my vision.  The operation to fix this is called a Blepharoplasty, which happens under general anaesthetic and both eyes are done at once. Since I don't have anyone available to take me home, it will be done in a hospital so I can stay overnight and then go home alone. It is not allowed to go home alone the same day as general anaesthetic.  Lola will have to manage without me, I'll put out extra kibble and extra water. She'll be fine.  I've been told there will be bruising and swelling and I might look like I've gone ten rounds in a boxing ring, or perhaps just suffered a viscious mugging. But ...

 on the journey towards cataract surgery. The clinic is reasonably close to home, so yesterday I walked there to find out how long it would take and exactly where the clinic was in the building.  Thirty minutes at an easy pace and when I walked in through the huge glass doors the clinic was right there on my left.  The appointment is at 2pm, and I am told it will last an hour and a half, so I will leave home at 1pm, giving plenty of time to get there, cool off and fill out paperwork.  After, I'll just wander on home again.😎

 Long ago, Kim of Frog Ponds Rock, (who no longer blogs), dreamed up a meme called Sunday Selections.  A place where those who were willing could put up photos they wanted to share, new, old, good, bad or indifferent, any photos you please.  Nothing rude or vulgar though. And we don't mind at all if other bloggers care to join us. The meme is now continued by Elephant's Child and I join in as do a few others. Andrew is one.  Messymimi is another. Drop in to their blogs and have a look. Wisewebwoman has also been joining us more often. Charlotte's colour of the month is new start yellow: one of my favourite colours, so I picked up my camera and wandered through my home looking for all things yellow. Imagine my surprise to find not much at all in this colour. Here is what I found: the back cover of one of my cookbooks a book I forgot I had my tupperware measuring cups, can you believe these are almost 50 years old?  and a tupperware bowl, younger than the mea...

  The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems. The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind. If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along to read it and add a few encouraging words. This month the words/prompts are supplied by Elephant's Child and can be found here This week's words/prompts are:  1. the elephant in the room  2. as busy as a bee  3. as happy as a dog with two tails  4. chicken hearted  5. a wolf in sheep's clothing  6. cat got your tongue  7. having a whale of a time  8. ants in your pants Here is my story: In the past, I always enjoyed cleaning my home. The kids would be in school, (well, three of them, the baby would be crawling around amusing himself) and I’d put o...

 They are here right now and using a video cam to locate the blockage and possibly see where it is from, since four flats all empty into the same main sewer pipe. The noise of the pump clearing the pipes is quite loud, but I'm used to it because they have been here twice already and this is the third time.  I just went out to check and they are all done after working steadily for an hour, the blockage was quite large and it was grease from cooking, paper towels (kitchen paper) and baby wipes.  That omits me 100%, I never tip cooking oils or other grease down any drain, ever. It gets tipped and/or scraped into a freezable container such as an empty ice cream or yoghurt tub, and stored in the freezer until rubbish collection day, when I haul it all out and stuff it in the wheelie bin. (dumpster) Residue in the cooking containers gets wiped out with paper towel which goes into the bin. Without mentioning any of the other neighbours, I know where the blockage came from and wi...