The better to see you with.

On the last day of 2016, I've decided to pick up my blog again. The Christmas and birthday holidays have been wonderful, with Jed, the sisters and nieces and nephews. Susan invited us to her house for Christmas Eve soup supper, and Jed treated us to birthday luncheon at Carrabba's. Dave and his daughter have been very good, checking on me and helping me out since I've been without a car.


A week or so ago, I had an eye exam and got a prescription for new glasses. They dilated my eyes. Up until then, I was seeing okay, but over the past few days my vision has got so blurry, it's very hard to read. And I have a stack of good books that "won't read themselves," as they say. I went to Walmart--they have a better selection of frames, and better prices on glasses than I expected. My glasses should be ready sometime this week. The doctor at UAB Eye Hospital said I've got cataracts and should have the surgery sometime in the future, so I've got that to look forward to.


I hope all my friends and loved ones have a very Happy New Year.

Pterodactyl time

I think I'm having one long anxiety or panic attack. I have no pain or nausea, can't identify anything specific, but feel like I'm dying. Like the worst has happened, but things can always get super-worse. I've had this before, but it never before lasted for such a long time.

The Greatest 1935-2007

Is it possible that Pavarotti has been dead for nine years?

He once said that his father was 70 years old and still had a beautiful singing voice. Luciano hoped that he himself would be granted such a blessing, and he was. His voice deepened and colored into the finest and most moving tenor voice I have ever heard. I rank him, Maria Callas and Elvis Presley as the three outstanding voices of the twentieth century.

I miss him. I haven't yet played all the recordings I have of him--half a drawer full. The other half, and another whole drawer, are full of Elvis recordings.

Another Crock-Pot Fiasco

Another pot to soak and scrape. I bet people who post these "simple easy" crock-pot recipes on Facebook get a good laugh when people complain about the results. I tried the cake-in-a-crock-pot recipe and wound up with a disgusting mush instead of a pretty brown-on-the-top confection. At least it made the house smell good for a while.
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And why isn't PBS showing Poldark tonight? Should I blame Obama, or that other guy?