Unearthing a life.....

Yeah, not me. By all outward appearances this fellow is most likely the father of noapologies. The reason he is appearing here is the racy eye patch he is wearing. Bookworm and I are going to dinner at his home this Saturday evening and I'm wondering if it would be an insult to the host if I showed up with a competing eye patch. With canes and hats, we could do a little unpracticed dance routine as The Two One-Eyed Jacks. A revival of sorts. Vaudevillian.

My retina specialist gave me a shot of steroid medication in the left eye this past Monday and I've been functionally blind in that eye ever since. I do believe that, as the medication is absorbed, my vision will return. But it may take a week or two. In the meanwhile, I AM a One-Eyed Jack with a definite blind side and severely impaired depth perception. I hope this doesn't mean I'll be knocking over wine glasses at dinner Saturday. I'll just keep my good eye on the host and do what he does ... within the limits imposed by civilized company.