just call me blanche

i probably shouldn't be attempting to type right now,as i can't see very well. i feel like blanche: one eyed!

this picture is from a book i'm reading: "the family story of bonnie and clyde," written by phillip steele along with claude's sister marie. blanche is clyde's sister in law -part of the barrow gang. her eye was injured from glass during a shoot out. i've always been fascinated by gangsters even as a child i pretended i was toting around a Browning Automatic Rifle in my violin case. no, i wasn't involved in a shoot out -my dear chicken lucie pecked my eye ball and i have a scratched cornea. bluury and double vision-it's quire painful and nauseating. she was sitting on my shoulder as she often does and blam she came from the side-i did'nt even see it coming. it was not a malicious act-chickens peck at everything, she probably saw my eye move and thought it was a tasty snack-ugh! the kids are having fun making up "far sides" about it. i'm laughing now but not at the time. here's my eyeball-i got the picture from the eye doc.-the greenish mark is the scratch.

i gotta go back tomorrow to make sure it's healing. it sure messed up my weekend. i had so much work to do and i missed spinning saturday AGAIN! blurry and double vision make driving a challenge and worst of all i can't even knit, read or spin-too nauseating. i'm trying to get my coop addition completed the gurls are getting so big. too big to still be sleeping in the bathroom-that's for sure. here's what i've done so far:
well, i can't stare at this computer anymore-too weird on my eyes-i leave you with a picture of sweet lucie. i guess her shoulder sitting days are over.