I’ve got a stye
in my eye
I wish
it were pie
If you don’t have time to soak in a tub, sit still for five minutes with a wet, warm compress on your eye and a soundtrack of ocean waves playing in the background.
We met a young husky mix with one blue eye and one brown on our dog walk this evening. As we approached, the owner instructed the puppy to sit, stay, then « look at me. » That lasted about a nanosecond.
Me to Ian: « That dog has got beautiful eyes and I’ve got a stink eye. »
My dad has macular degeneration. Not only has his low vision robbed him of his capacity to drive but he can no longer watch his stocks go up and down. On the plus side, he is now free to shout and clap along to FM opera from the passenger seat.
Every two weeks or so, my mother puts Jalapeño potato chips on her shopping list. « Your father eats them to stay awake listening to the stock market reports. »
My dad does everything with his middle finger: he points with it, uses it to push his glasses up, and scratch his nose.
Here he is using his middle finger to calculate his stock market gains on his giant, low vision calculator.
bogeyandruby 