Mysteries

We're just in from runnin' the day's errands and are all stocked up in anticipation of next week's big event, which is to say Round One (of two) in the cutting of the eyeball.  We have more beer than we can fit in our fridge (which isn't as much as you might think, if you've seen my fridge... and you have); lotsa coffee and Dr. Pepper; and food, even.  We stocked up more than usual, seein' as how we have trepidations about our ability to drive after Round One.  Bein' the perceptive sort I AM, I inquired about the disparity in vision I'll be experiencing post-surgery, seein' (heh) as how one eye will be corrected for distance vision but the other WON'T.  I was told most people just knock the eyepiece out of their glasses on the corrected side and carry on.  Well, that's all well and good, except for this:

There ain't no "knockin' out the right lens" on these frames.  That'll teach me to buy cool and trendy frames in future, won't it?  It's something of a mystery to me... and the kind folks at my eye-surgeon's office... as to how I'm gonna cope with driving and other stuff for the two weeks between surgeries.  The advice I got was "well, you'll be off-balance for a while."  Yeah, I guess I will.  But Hey!  People go thru life with one eye all the time, right?  My situation can't be THAT bad.

In other mysteries (automotive division), The Green Hornet's "check engine" light went out.  I didn't do a damned thing to Her Ladyship since the light went on... didn't even get gas.  Weird.

And now I'll have a Newcastle Brown Ale if you please, Barkeep.  I'll be on the verandah if ya need me.