Life is Just a Bowl of Onions

I've been away.
Really away.  Even when I was not.

My last blog post was written on March 20th, just after I contracted a stubbornly persistent infection that resulted in pink eye.

So, where have I been? 

 At first, pretty much just home, trying not to bump into walls, 

and not wanting to go out in public with my really awful,

horrible, no-good-looking scary red movie-alien-lizard eye. 

 My gift to you - no pictures!

Using the computer was almost impossible.

I could not see to read, or write. 
My (short) emails and text messages

from those weeks were quite hilariously unintelligible.  

Did you know that cooking with blurry vision and no depth perception is a challenge?   It is pretty funny, though, as you carefully sprinkle herbs or salt into a dish . . . only to discover you have sprinkled them right next to the dish, and your counter top is perfectly seasoned.  

As for using sharp knives . . . don't.  Step away from the Henckels.  Ditto a gas stove.  Danger, danger.  Loading a dishwasher has its own delights, as you try and get the dishes actually in the machine.

Thank goodness for a daughter who is an excellent cook.  

This is Maddie.  We visited her.
We did not eat her.  She is our friend.

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I pride myself on never being bored, but even I have to admit that March-into-April was . . . boring.  I missed blogging, and reading your blogs.  I missed getting out of the house!  I missed driving.  I missed wearing makeup.  My antiques booth became bedraggled and nearly empty.  And there's something particularly galling about being even slightly incapacitated by an ailment as ridiculous as pink eye.

As for poor dear That Old House, what can I say?  She needs a total spa day, or more likely a spa week (month?), to make up for my neglect.  If anyone is interested in opening a Dust Bunny ranch, I can supply you with the start-up stock.  Cheap.  

And now, the good stuff.

Yes, Gilda in her Easter Dress is definitely Good Stuff.

Gradually my right eye improved.  It is almost back to normal.  

I wore sunglasses in church on Easter, and amused daughter Anne by wearing my reading glasses over the sunglasses, but by then at least I could - pretty much - read more than a few words at a time.  I think I got most of the words to the hymns right.  Most.

Then, on April 13th, early in the morning,

Howard, Anne, and I boarded a plane at Kennedy Airport
in New York, and ran away to sunny California.
Which was cold and cloudy when we arrived.  

That's Howard in the pink shirt.  And he is freezing.

More on that, and loads of other stuff, in future blog posts. 

I have lots of photos to sort through.
Lots of stuff to catch up on.

There's an old saying that Life is like a Bowl of Cherries.
Really?  A Bowl of Cherries?  Pshaw.
I think it's more like a Bowl of Onions.

You can let them make you cry,
or you can whack them up and cook the heck out of them,
and make something beautiful and delicious.

We are back home!

And I am back to blogging.

Love to you all . . . Cass (who has missed you!)