I’m going through a funny period right now when my thoughts seem to ramble far and wide. The medication? Maybe. At any rate, I had several that don’t merit a whole post on their own, so I thought I’d wrangle them all up, like a herd of livestock, and throw them out here just for the heck of it.
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I was having a bad morning the other day, thinking about what might happen if my eyes don’t go back to normal, when I suddenly remembered my friend, Shirley, with whom I worked for twenty-some-odd years. Whenever we would start to get mad about something or someone was upsetting us, she’d grab my arm and say, very earnestly, “Star! We can’t be thinking like this! This is the devil’s doing. He wants us to be full of fear and anger and if we let it happen, he wins!” Well, to be honest, I had never thought about it quite like that before, but it made a strange kind of sense, (if you can go with the idea that the devil is always right there, tempting you.) And I can certainly buy into that idea. So I’m going to try this as a new strategy. Whenever I start sliding down into that hole that leads to depression, I’m going to yell, “Get thee behind me, Satan!” Sure, I might raise some eyebrows at Target, but if it will get my eyes healed faster, it will be totally worth it!
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Well, I watched one of the new shows I told you about, “Bluebloods” on Friday and, sure enough, I must have put the hex on it! Here I was all cuddled in, ready to have some Tom Selleck time and enjoy a new drama in the process and…blah. I can’t exactly pinpoint why it didn’t grab me, other than the fact that the characters seemed like cardboard figures to me. Instead of believing all these people were a family, I was more aware that they were all actors playing roles. That’s not good. And Tom? He was so stiff and had his hair cut so short that he kept reminding me of a buffalo stuffed into a police uniform. I mean, I still like him and all and he would make a perfectly nice buffalo, but it was disappointing. I’ll probably give it one more shot this week.
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I’ve been looking at my eyes a lot. One of the symptoms of Grave’s Disease is that in some people it causes their eyes to protrude. You know, it gives them a bug-eyed look. Well, my doctor says that my eyes aren’t doing that, a fact for which I’m grateful. But they DO seem to be a bit bigger and a bit stare-y to me. You know, like I’m kind of staring off, not quite like a zombie, but a tad too close for comfort. So the other afternoon I was watching one of the shows my friend Charles taped for me, “Warehouse 13,” and I noticed that one of the main characters, Myka, has kind of big stare-y eyes, too.
The more I watched the show, the more similarity I noticed between her eyes and mine. So, it actually made me feel a wee bit better, just in case my eyes are always going to be this way. 
Then I was watching “The Mentalist,” and noticed that Robin Tunney also has one eye that looks the same, kind of open and stare-y.
I don’t know, I guess it just makes me feel a little less conspicuous. But, let this be a warning to you. If you happen to see me, you’d better close your eyes, otherwise you night become a part of my study!
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And finally, the weather is quickly turning and Fall is really here at last. We’ve had some nights in the 40′s and 50′s. And the other day I was eating breakfast and it dawned on me that my sandal-wearing days are numbered. Yikes. I’ve worn nothing but sandals since May! I just hope that my poor little feet can remember how to live in a dark, confined, closed-up shoe again. I may have to take them for therapy! Little piggy therapy.
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Okay, that’s all for now. Happy last day of September! If you have any crazy thoughts you want to share with me, feel free! The asylum is officially open.



















