Abendessen

Aaaahhhhh! A follow-through checkup in August, but it’s done, finished. Yesterday, Wednesday afternoon, the surgeon deadened both eyelids and removed the last sutures from recent surgery to tighten the muscles so eyelids no longer droop to cover pupils, light enters eyes, vision is restored. The doctor said he does 500 of these operations a year, and my droopy eyelids were the worst he had ever seen. 

Eye Celebration? My last hotdog was before October 17, 2010 when cardiologists took control and certain foods were put on the forbidden list. Supper last night was a two-course meal. First course, angus beef hotdog with chili, Löwensenf mustard and a Munich beer. Second course: angus beef hotdog mitt sauerkraut, Löwensenf und eine sekunde München Bier. Zweiten. Sehr gut. Only way it could have been better would have been while sitting in Riverfront Stadium watching Johnny Bench, Pete Rose and the Big Red Machine -- which we did while living in Columbus.

Are the eyes noticeable to anyone but me? Someone said in church Sunday, “Father Tom! I didn’t know you had blue eyes!”

Conceivably, all Bartimaeus needed was to have his eyelids lifted, eh? No wonder he couldn't see. Speaking of which, time to work on Sunday’s sermon. Ach!

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