Hmmm. . .

[rolanni]

Came home from the eye doctor's to find a battered blue pick-up truck with "Wholesale Steak to the Public" fading into the doors. One young man was on the phone in the passenger's seat; the other was on our deck, having just closed the screen door. He came down stairs, and backed the truck out, waiting 'til Steve parked and got out, then cockily offered him steak. Steve declined. They offered chicken; he declined that, too. They then went up the drive to our neighbor's house, apparently tried the door their, and zipped down the road.

I would have been happier about this if we'd found a flier in the door, but -- no.

In health news, the verdict from the eye doctor is posterior vitreous detachment. Apparently the fifty-five year extended warranty expired.

My eyes are still dilated, and computer screens are bright. Maybe I'll call the town cop shop with a description of the truck, and, I dunno, start the laundry or something.

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[rolanni.livejournal.com]

Mr Serious Surgeon had at my left eyeball with a knife and a staple gun.

*hides under the desk*

Hopefully you're about to have an annoying few sessions staring into a laser cavity and then they'll give you a new 55 year warranty. Right?

Actually, no, because it hasn't come all the way unstuck; the glue's just drying out unevenly. So I get to obsess about my sight, and was that a flash?, and fidget about whether or not I'm going to Montreal, which of course I am, but I hate having a time bomb in my head, and I'm really twitchy about my eyes in general (as are most people, after all). Sigh. Need a couple days to settle down, but. . .still.

[autopope.livejournal.com]

I will try to remember not to punch you repeatedly in the side of the head, then :-)

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

I will try to remember not to punch you repeatedly in the side of the head, then :-)

That's gently said.

Travel safe, Charlie; see you next week.