So, work in the Treehouse has slowed to about 20 mph. That's because a few days ago I had cataract surgery. I was pretty sure it would be a piece of cake. I'd just scarf it down without lingering at the table--especially if it was chocolate. Instead, it was more like prune pie. There was no pain I'm happy to report, but fuzzy vision has been slow to go.
As I explained it to Big City Girl the procedure is kinda like road work. First they bring in the mini-jackhammer to break up the pavement. Then they shovel out the chunks. Next is the repaving process, and finally they hose down the construction site drop-by-drop.
In my case, the pavement was well-entrenched, so the jackhammering took a while. That put extra pressure on my cornea and caused more-than-normal swelling. More hosing down is helping but it's slow. I guess the road crew didn't know I have dolls to finish and a deadline to meet.
I was very wise before this project got underway. I hired a good staff to help out. Mr. Gadget agreed to be my chauffeur. And he seemed delighted to accept the role of Manager of Drops. The manager position entails a great deal of responsibility. He must keep track of 5 different bottles of drops and then corral me at the proper times to drop them in.
I've been helping to. I take my part very seriously. I stand by the side of the road and take endless coffee breaks. Did you know you can rest a cup of coffee on one of those orange barricades? It's like they were made for it. Oh, and I'm diligent about wearing my hard hat.
In two weeks we'll be doing this all over again. By then we should have the bulldozer well-oiled and running like a clock.
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