Great Peepers. Ahhhh, those eyes!

A thorough eye exam was on my agenda today. I met an Italian doctor from Long Island who thought I was originally from south Philly. Well, that’s news to me. He said there’s something about the sound of my A’s. What does a south Philly accent sound like, I wonder? I’ve never been told I have a home town Baltimore accent but I’ve been told I sound like a Texan before. Gee, I’m all screwed up, especially when I add my acquired North Carolinian “ya’ll”, “all ya’ll”, and “Thank e-ewe” to the mix of Texan and south Philly accents. Perhaps I should just keep my mouth shut. Impossible!

Other than my increasing need for bifocal lenses, I have good peepers and I’m glad. Good eyesight is precious to me because if I were to never see this again,

oh, I can’t bear the thought. Isn't this the cutest little bird you’ve ever seen?

Hello, honey. Don’t let me interrupt your meal.

Can anyone look at this tiny, strong avian creature without smiling?

I'd miss this sight and the life inside, and,

my 4:15 p.m. daily appointment with a lone Carolina Wren.

I see you; therefore, I am leaving!

The death of this willow is adorned with a sparkling green gemstone. How beautiful.

If I couldn’t see my dogs' faces, I’d hold them so close to mine and

I would sniff the back of their necks.

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Do you think a physician would tell me to lower my desk chair two inches at home and at the office to relieve my injury? No, they would prescribe megadoses of anti-inflammatory drugs instead. I figured it out myself and my lower back is much better today. There’s no need for me to walk around with an imaginary loaded diaper between my legs. What a relief. Now I can sit pain-free and read blogs!