Monday, May 21, 2012

what a not so lovely

This is what I woke up looking like this morning.  (In case you don't know, this isn't what I normally look like when I wake up.  Or ever, really.  Actually that's not true.  One of my eyes is smaller than the other and it is especially pronounced when I wake up.  It is the same eye that used to be lazy when I was a little girl.  More on that in a future post.)

So I got out of bed, went upstairs to get ready to go to The Job that I Love So Much, and promptly passed out.  Apparently my body says no, which is probably for the best seeing as I can only see out of one eye.  It'd make The Job that I Love So Much extremely difficult, as writing and editing mostly require eyes. So now the conundrum: what to do with a day when you can't see.  I think I'll practice being blind, which happens to be one of my favorite activities.  

(A little fun fact: I tried parting my hair on the other side so there'd be less emphasis on the eye.  Rosie said I looked like Dwight Schrute.  Perfect.  Then I said, "Fine, get me an eye patch."  She did.  It has a skull and crossbones on it.  Perfect.  I will be wearing it all day.)


  1. Ah! Hope you feel better soon!

    Also, I decided I'm really sad you mostly won't be in Provo this summer. I was serious about wanting to come up!

    1. And I'm serious about you coming up! I was thinking about it last night before I went to bed actually. We'll plan.

  2. Carolyn, I miss your stinkin face. even with a swollen eye. I found the most amazing used book store here. You have to come so you can smell the old was eerily seductive. And the books are only $1-2 EACH. And I would take you to Antique row, and you would find a(nother) typewriter and lug it back to Utah with you. It would be a glorious weekend. COME.