Time flies like the wind. Fruit flies like bananas. – –Groucho Marx (1890-1977)

Lately my life has been making as much sense as Groucho’s quote and I haven’t even had the pleasure of sitting down and enjoying a good banana. At least Wascol has a good handle on life.

Five months can go pretty fast when you are messing with medications. It is pretty frustrating to think you have found a keeper only to have side-effects surface. Considering it was my eyes swelling this was one side effect I wasn’t going to just live with. Somehow experimenting with new medications is not my idea of having a good time. But I am determined to relax and enjoy each and every moment . . . but I’ll give fair warning, “Don’t mess with my sleep patterns. I’m not very pleasant when I don’t get enough sleep!” (with the deepest most sincere apologies to Dave and Jeremy)

Someone once told me that time is a predator that stalked us all our lives. But I rather believe that time is a companion who goes with us on the journey that reminds us to cherish every moment because they’ll never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we live it. After all, Number One, we’re only mortal.
–Captain Jean Luc Picard Star Trek Generations Paramount Pictures, 1994

It seems all I have been doing is shifting piles of stuff from one part of the house to another. [same ol' same ol'!] But I here are some pictures to show not all has been lost.

‘my dog ate my yellow crayon’ by LBB
I read recently on a blog that the best thing to knit at 0200 was squares or dishcloths . . .
Funny how when I pulled this out this week it came together so easily; it is definitely a project you don’t want to tackle at the low end of living. Happy Birthday, Kale! Love Grummy-come-lately!