I'm working on the rest of the Iowa trip post, honest. It's just not fun to spend time in front of the computer these days. Patience and adaptability are, apparently, two key areas I need to work on.
Soon, more words for you.
For now, I thought some of you might find this interesting. My blind spot creates some frightening images for me now. I see doubles of words and small things now - I thought someone had two "Jesus fish" on his car today. Indeed, he only had one. No religious overkill (it was a "Fish 'n' Chips" fish, anyway), just my permanent optical illusion. One of the freakier things is that, now, when I look at my own eye in the mirror, even though the Sasquatch swears it looks normal, this is what I see:
What I see is my eye, hazy and wavy, but with, seemingly, a large, uneven segment of the hazel pigment missing. Just grey/blackness in its place. I quietly freaked out when I saw it, but the Sasquatch told me, it's actually fine. It's simply part of the sight that's missing. Today, I showed him how much of my vision is gone. He ran his hand before his face for me (his wonderful face, half of which is gone in my eye) and I told him when his fingers vanished and when they reappeared as melty Dali-esque figures.
Okay, enough dwelling on this. My next post will be the rest of the Iowa saga. It will be long, as it will have lots of photos crammed into it. If I can hack staring at the screen for a while, I'll have it up tomorrow.
Now, off to bed...