My eyelids used to glue themselves to my cornea every night as I slept. In the morning when I woke up and opened my eyes, I would peel back a sliver of cornea like it was an orange. I have often fantasized about torturing my enemies with this affliction, but I must not think bad thoughts! The remedy was getting both lenses perforated by dozens of micro needles. Go figure! I can definitely feel your pain - except the part about menopause. Fortunately all I needed was a needle in my eye.
Neko...Thank You for more of your beautiful,lush,descriptive words;I even read your stories to my cats...they seem interested...you've always been Punk to me,you don't even have to try! Very glad your eye is on the mend,eyes are so important! I've been blind in my right eye for about 13 years;there's not a day or night that goes by that I'm not extremely thankful to still have one good eye. Loved the witchy tie,and "I am burning unseasonably happy logs inside the furnace in my chest"...too cool.Much love to you and your animals from me and my cattos...😻💕
Thank you for this sentence that so succinctly puts into words my feelings about menopause: "..this Hell-ship journey to the alabaster shores of actually not giving a fuck." I can see the shores. I'm not all the way there yet, but I can see them.
I worked on a project where we had to use a road owned by our water municipality to access a survey area. The municipal employees have to keep the road open, but some very determined beavers moved in and built a dam across the road. Every single day, the water utility employees tear down the dam and the beavers build it back up. Our crew had to do the tear down one morning, as we were the first ones through, and I HATED every second of it. BUT, when we came back only 2 hours later, those amazing little bastards were already out rebuilding it! I knew they were hard workers, but I had no idea just how quickly they could build a dam. A time lapse video of that would be amazing.
This was in invigorating and I am relieved for you that your injury is healing. As the waves of perimenopause start to lap at my ankles, "I am actually punk now" will be my rallying cry.
A guy last Saturday giving Jenny and I running directions used the word culvert at least five times, now I hear plug my culvert and I am grinning like an idiot.
Hope the mince pie gets better soon, I have three monthly injections in my peeper so I appreciate the weirdness of someone tinkering with an apt pupil.
Weather is turning down here but the mild sunny days keep giving.
Long may your cozy coffee nook on the porch sustain you, I have mine in the outdoor area.
I often wish reassuring professionals would give me a hug. I guess it would be weird if it actually happened, but there's a real dearth of hugs in my life. Speedy eye-healing to you, Neko.
The whole last paragraph - YES! Sorry to hear about your eye adventure. Nothing is more infuriating to me than the medical system. Well, maybe not nothing with the state of the world these days, but frustration with medicine has a longer history of irritation in my life. Your posts are always so insightful and honest. Thank you for sharing.
I'm overly sensitive when it comes to anything involving eye injuries, even those depicted in a film; I once passed out in a movie theater during one such scene. Your remark about the inside-out eyelid was enough to make me queasy. Ironically, about 8 years ago, the retina in my right eye detached and had to have a scleral buckle put in. I tried to watch a video to see what the operation looked like; bad idea. Now I have to go for more frequent checkups, eye drops and general eye ookiness, and the eye will never really be what it once was. On the otherhand, I saw you, in Kingston, NY, last October and you lifted my spirits.
"plug my culvert". There's a phrase you don't hear every day 🤣
They give and they give, those beavers... haha!
You have no idea how much restraint I'm exercising in not making a beaver joke.
“Who plugged your culvert?” Is a great way to check someone who is being cantankerous.
As someone who studies urban floods I can assure you we talk about blocked culverts all the time! Just not usually blocked by beavers.
The fierceness of your love for things makes me want to pay attention to everything even harder. Thank you!
Well put!
My eyelids used to glue themselves to my cornea every night as I slept. In the morning when I woke up and opened my eyes, I would peel back a sliver of cornea like it was an orange. I have often fantasized about torturing my enemies with this affliction, but I must not think bad thoughts! The remedy was getting both lenses perforated by dozens of micro needles. Go figure! I can definitely feel your pain - except the part about menopause. Fortunately all I needed was a needle in my eye.
Neko...Thank You for more of your beautiful,lush,descriptive words;I even read your stories to my cats...they seem interested...you've always been Punk to me,you don't even have to try! Very glad your eye is on the mend,eyes are so important! I've been blind in my right eye for about 13 years;there's not a day or night that goes by that I'm not extremely thankful to still have one good eye. Loved the witchy tie,and "I am burning unseasonably happy logs inside the furnace in my chest"...too cool.Much love to you and your animals from me and my cattos...😻💕
Thank you for this sentence that so succinctly puts into words my feelings about menopause: "..this Hell-ship journey to the alabaster shores of actually not giving a fuck." I can see the shores. I'm not all the way there yet, but I can see them.
I worked on a project where we had to use a road owned by our water municipality to access a survey area. The municipal employees have to keep the road open, but some very determined beavers moved in and built a dam across the road. Every single day, the water utility employees tear down the dam and the beavers build it back up. Our crew had to do the tear down one morning, as we were the first ones through, and I HATED every second of it. BUT, when we came back only 2 hours later, those amazing little bastards were already out rebuilding it! I knew they were hard workers, but I had no idea just how quickly they could build a dam. A time lapse video of that would be amazing.
They are like nothing I have ever seen. I am in awe of them.
Canada's National Animal... :)
Becoming Punk should actually be the new name for menopause.
This was in invigorating and I am relieved for you that your injury is healing. As the waves of perimenopause start to lap at my ankles, "I am actually punk now" will be my rallying cry.
Thanks for the joy journey from doctor's office to witch tie to your ring and bear to wasps and beavers. You consistently colour my world. Peace.
Hi Neko
A guy last Saturday giving Jenny and I running directions used the word culvert at least five times, now I hear plug my culvert and I am grinning like an idiot.
Hope the mince pie gets better soon, I have three monthly injections in my peeper so I appreciate the weirdness of someone tinkering with an apt pupil.
Weather is turning down here but the mild sunny days keep giving.
Long may your cozy coffee nook on the porch sustain you, I have mine in the outdoor area.
Go well and seek ye the joy bomb humans.
I often wish reassuring professionals would give me a hug. I guess it would be weird if it actually happened, but there's a real dearth of hugs in my life. Speedy eye-healing to you, Neko.
Poetry. As usual. Thank you from another in the wilderness called "menopause". I also love not giving a fuck! Should've tried this decades ago.
Can’t wait to hear what bits of menopausal madness end up in your next album 💿💕
The whole last paragraph - YES! Sorry to hear about your eye adventure. Nothing is more infuriating to me than the medical system. Well, maybe not nothing with the state of the world these days, but frustration with medicine has a longer history of irritation in my life. Your posts are always so insightful and honest. Thank you for sharing.
I'm overly sensitive when it comes to anything involving eye injuries, even those depicted in a film; I once passed out in a movie theater during one such scene. Your remark about the inside-out eyelid was enough to make me queasy. Ironically, about 8 years ago, the retina in my right eye detached and had to have a scleral buckle put in. I tried to watch a video to see what the operation looked like; bad idea. Now I have to go for more frequent checkups, eye drops and general eye ookiness, and the eye will never really be what it once was. On the otherhand, I saw you, in Kingston, NY, last October and you lifted my spirits.
You did it!!!!!! You are ACTUALLY punk now!!!!!! That is worth celebrating!!!!! As is werewolfing.