From The Frying Pan
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I was going to make fish today. I had the vegetables boiling and the frying pan heating. And then I realized I didn’t have the fish. Oops. The only thing I had to throw on the pan just quickly was some bacon.
The point of that little anecdote? I could not tell when the bacon was finished. I can no longer tell the difference between cooked and uncooked bacon. I just pray Gordon Ramsay never comes over for dinner.
It turned out okay, though. Edible at least.
I can’t really see the counter on my exercise bike either. I finally got back on it today. It’s hard to motivate yourself to do exercise when you feel like the world is fading away before your eyes. But I’ll try to get back on the horse. Felt nice today.
Yes, from now on the blog is going to be a list of things I can no longer see. That should be fun for everyone.
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3 Responses to “From The Frying Pan”
1. Debster Says:
March 11th, 2009 at 0:39
I sent you a cute e-mail with a baby goat in it. I don’t usually send “forwards” I get, but thought you’d like it.
It has been rainy and windy here. We don’t need all the rain. Even a few flash flood warnings in the area. The animals don’t like the soggy ground to walk in and I’m tired of wading out to the barn.
2. Desirée Says:
March 11th, 2009 at 21:53
I am so, so sorry your eyes aren’t improving, Plume. I just don’t know what else to say. I wish there was soemthing I could do to make it all better. Sending you hugs.
3. Plume Says:
March 11th, 2009 at 23:58
Debster – That was a sweet forward, I liked it indeed.
It’s been sunny here. Maybe you all should go on a vacation to sunny Denmark. Except I think the forecast is promising rain here too. So you better hurry!
Desiree – Thank you dear. I wish there was something anyone could do. But I appreciate you guys being there for me.