The Older Grandson & I
Perhaps we’re more alike than I thought. When he was a toddler, he was making cooking with his mom, The Eldest. They got the cookies on the sheet, and Grandson wanted decorations. Daughter had nothing, but remembered peanut-butter cookies, and so showed Grandson how make fork impressions as decorations. Grandson was bitterly disappointed: “Fork marks aren’t decorations!” He was very frowny.
On Thursday after the retina specialist tried and tried to see the tears, the light really hurting me, he finally injected a local near my eye, hence the bruise around my eye. (And of course it did nothing: the pain was in the retina.) At any rate, when he was done, he said, “We’re going to send you home with a patch on your eye.”
Well, cool! With my eye problems I had been thinking a black patch—à la Hathaway man—would be very nifty. The nurse showed up, carrying a handful of gauze bandages, and my first thought was: “Gauze bandages are not an eye patch!” And I felt very frowny.
Yes, that is exactly the same thing. Nailed it. :)
scott
2 March 2012 at 7:05 am
Great post, Hathaway Man! And good luck with that eye.
wendyjv
2 March 2012 at 8:13 am
Meanwhile, The Wife is wondering what it would *actually* take to keep LG from blogging for a few days. ;-)
the wife
2 March 2012 at 10:04 am
Black eye patches can be had at almost any medical supply store, not to mention Amazon.com. I had a goddaughter who needed to wear one. They come in all sorts of colors, too, IIRC.
If you do get a proper black eye patch, I think we will need a photo. Because I miss those Hathaway ads.
pwillow1
3 March 2012 at 8:58 am