|"Day's End" copyright Judy Westergard|
I’ve been thinking about that. Am I calm? Or am I just in denial? Frankly, I simply don’t get my undies in a bunch until something that makes undie-bunching worthwhile shows up.
I'll see my neuro-ophthalmologist in a month. Part of my calm is that no one deemed it necessary to schedule my appointment sooner. That, and writing these blogs about being a WWABT keep me bunched-undies-free. (WWABT: pronounced “wabbit;” stands for Woman With A Brain Tumor.)
Is TLB (aka The Little Bastard) alive after all? Is this (merely?) nerve damage? I’ll find out next month. In the meantime, I have priorities to take care of: sipping a merlot in the late afternoon sun during this most beautiful Minneapolis spring. planting chard, mescaline, and rosemary; finishing paintings in preparation for Art-A-Whirl (more about that later); and -- most important -- visiting the newly hatched owls at Silverwood Park with my husband. Yup...even with wonky vision and tippy balance, life is good.