
Always, always, always and without fail it is about Time.
Time moves too quickly or not fast enough. There is never enough of it when I am doing a thing I enjoy. There is an over-abundance when I am suffering in some fashion, with some real or imagined pain.
I am not telling you anything new here. Time shines on all of us in her own way.

The day the tea-colored shadow appeared in my left eye, the exact day my uninvited Blurry Place arrived, I blew it off.
"Here today, gone tomorrow!" I thought of the unfocused center of my vision. I dismissed it like an unwelcome drop of water on my camera lens. It would evaporate if I remained patient.
"Forget about it!" I decided with my ever-hopeful attitude.
All I needed to do was wait.
Mr. Blur would sneak off as easily and quietly as he had tip-toed in.
Later, after Blur has moved away--say in a day or 2, or so I thought at the Time! HA!--I will look back and shake my head.
"Aaahhh...A sign to slow down, certainly," I will reflect with newly-found wisdom.
Yes. I will be So Wise when Blur has flown the coop.
I
had it all planned how I would be somber and appreciative. I would have
learned my lesson to Slow Down and not try to do Too Much. I would rest my eye for a Time away from books and computer screens and camera view-finders.
I could not WAIT for Blur to leave so I could be repentant.
After a Time I learned a new normal. I learned how to see around Blur.
Plus, my right eye jumped in to take up the slack. {They are such a team, those 2!}
But this plum wore out my right eye as I forced her into over-time.

I am not complaining here.
Right Eye was forced into doing the work of 2 and she soldiered on in non-grumpy military fashion.
I could not ask for a more understanding and willing eye. {After this adventure is behind us Right Eye will receive the much coveted Eye Did It All scout badge.}
"Hey, somepinkflowers, what gives over there across the nose?" Right Eye finally spoke up for her rights after a week or 2.
"I need some help here before I peter out, so to speak." She went on.
"OK," I replied and called in the Eye Doctor troops.
It seemed Blur had moved in to stay.
There was danger he might even invite a friend or 2 to move in with
him.
Yikkees!
Medical attention arrived on the scene. A plan was hatched.
I told you a bit about it over here.
Then it became a Waiting Game.
I was living in a count-down world ---->3 weeks to eye surgery.

So I made the best of my Time.
As luck would have it, my HP decided to crash in sweet-but-untimely-empathy for my Left Eye with its unwanted Blur.
The thing just crashed right on down.

Not 2 be undone, taking it as a sign to shop, I rushed right out and bought one of these.
If I needed surgery, if after surgery I must look DOWN for weeks and weeks; well, then, I would look DOWN into a lap-top screen as soon as my doctor allowed.
I know.
I am so very good at reading the signs that do pop up from time-to-time.
A big fan of signs pointing to the purchase of modern devices, I am equally at home in many retail establishments. Everyone smiles when I walk in. They know me and my BFF.

Yes. After surgery I would need to live in FaceDownLand so that a magic bubble of gas could heal my vision. From the outside I would look the same but deep, deep within my eye a teeny bubble would be inserted. {I will spare you the Halloweenie details...Why, you R welcome!}
My throne would be a massage table with a face-cradle to support my heavy-with-thoughts-and-dreams head. {Thank you ever-so much, dear Carolyn, for the use of your spare table. I can NEVER, EVER thank you enough.}

Yes. Always, always, always and without fail it is about Time.
Today I am cheating Time. Ssshhhh...
After the surgery I was to spend 14 days away from the computer screen. For 50 out of every 60 minutes I am to be living in my FaceDownWorld but 2day I am spending my 10 minutes of UpTime, 10minutes of my off-the-table-time looking down into my lap-top.
Today is only day #12. I am jumping the gun here. What is Time, reaaallly, a day or 2 one way or the other?
So am I ACTUALLY cheating as I LookDown into my lap-top?
Ssshhhhh...

While my left eye is dilated and protected by a bit of a patch, my right eye is having a go at things on her 10 minute break.
Right Eye simply needed to fly.
And so do I.

In the 3 weeks before I moved to FaceDownLand, like the good scout that I am, I prepared myself.
Yes, I bought the lap-top but I also stocked up on faith and on these and on this.
I checked out books on tape. I rigged a double mirror reflecting system so I could watch TV through my face-cradle.

I cleaned my house from top to bottom and weeded the garden, as best I could what with Blur along for the ride. This is what all good Southern Girls do. They do not want to put anybody out even in the midst of personal challenge. Especially in the midst of personal challenge.
"Well, if I die on the operating table I do not want my sister to have to wash the sheets," a Southern girl will say to herself. Southern Girls will mop the kitchen floor on the way to giving birth.
Maybe you were born and raised in North Dakota or in north Hollywood and you do the same thing up and over there.
Maybe it is not a Southern Girl thing at all. I do not know about other places but this is how we are Down Here.
"Oh, look," a Southern Girl will say, "CNN reports a meteor is going to crash into my house at midnight, I wonder if I have time to make a plate of fudge to take to the shelter before I leave?"
Anyway. I prepared myself, my family, my friends, my pantry. I bought 7 bags of kitty-litter to be on the safe side. You never know with Spike.
Then I got my head ready.
I projected Paris. I projected me in Paris in the spring. Next spring. 2010 spring.
I designed and fashioned this Paris clock and set it with French Time. A new count-down began.
I see myself with 2 good eyes looking up at the Eiffel Tower. I will be stretched out there on the grass looking up at her bathed in glowing night-lights. There will be a full moon sitting on her shoulder.
A glowing, roundy moon with no tea-colored shadow appearing in my left eye will be smiling down at me.
I can just C it.

Always, always, always and without fail it is about Time.
Paris time sits ticking on my wall as I am back in FaceDownLand.
My 10 minutes of UpTime has now passed me by. I am manifesting through my face-cradle as you read this. { I promise, Nurse Karen, I am FaceDown!} I am manifesting Paris.
Of course I am.
The full moon in Paris will be there when Mr. Blur has skipped town, when my bubble has disappeared and when I can safely fly again. I can C it all perfectly.
If not 2010, then 2011.
I am ever-hopeful.
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