Little stumbler poisoned squirrel, Mr. Pants, has returned after the snow, He still hangs upside down to eat - comfortable enough now, to lay on his bad side, up against the door , eating his breakfast.
He is getting better.
After hunting and gathering at the store, buying squirrel food,I dropped by the park- SUNSHINE, still cold, freezing, but the illusion of sun's warmth brought out all the folk!
Parked close, lazy, summer will be a different story as parking goes, good that the park is within walking distance- I am just so lazy! Truly lacking Pizazz these days- like I could die and would not muster enough interest to care. Is that depression?
I can see my studio across the water!
Why do I still have a studio, I wonder...at this point, I am not sure, like I said, I can not muster...
I did not realize that taking a photo of this little girl and the boulder in front of her was in actuality her Dad in plumber pants. Funny how photos reveal surprises once home - loaded on computer-embiggened .
Because my eye sight is so compromised, I take photos of things, numbers, letters, small thingy things, load them and look to see what I was not seeing. All sorts of things are made clear that I did not expect.
I went to the eye guy the other day armed with an article from Oxford and BBC. A woman underwent experimental stem cell treatment there -A first, and the experiment resulted in crazy mad success!
I showed him, and asked if he already knew of this, He looked at me like I had lost my tiny mind and said "Of course not! It can not be done" I said " well, looks like it has, maybe you could see if this available here ". He scoffed and said that the FDA would have to give it the OK and that would not likely happen for thousands of years (of course), I said that maybe I ought to take another trip to London...he said, "well, you could, but they will make your condition worse and you will be blinded".
Doctors lacking curiosity...