yankeflyer the blog

Harvest Moon Country Friday, July 12, 2002 The eyes are the window to the soul or so I have been told. And yet who among us has not seen the individual at his most impressive walking with stick or guide dog. A person who believes that they are living life to the fullest and have conquered their fears and knows the joy of that accomplishment. Eighteen years post radial keratotomy operation with its glare night and day. A moon that has eight other quarter moons that are displayed to the top left and present themselves in a downward arc, propagating in diminishing appearance until we’re back to the moon at the bottom center right. Does that make any sense to anyone else who doesn’t look through eight radial keratotomy cuts? You never know what it’s like until it happens to you. It happened to me one eye at a time. Dr Morlege insisted that I try it first? Try looking through glasses with one eye healing from refractive surgery and the other hanging on to the old vision. The exper...

She said, My nose is too big and my breasts…. Too… far apart I have a bad back …and one.. leg is.. shorter.. than the other He thought, You forgot the buck teeth She glared and said, There once was a lady named she Who didn't really care for the sea But the mountain she loves and always dreamed of A house a home in a tree But despite all her plans She met a young man Who made music and made her love him Now this pissed her off as a young man named O`Goff So she turned her love lights to dim And though she was determined To do well as a hermit He decided he just wouldn't give her The choice for the choosing A love for the losing And they`d live happily there in after Now the courtship was lusty Though they wasn't too trusty And the kisses flowed like a river An kooshla macree Will always be dear to me Now the moral is clear Though the rhyme brings a tear And we all know the end to this story Be happy be sad be glad or be mad But liv...