What more fence pictures?  No just this one, more wind blew through last Friday and now behind a lonesome Dusty Miller there is just half the gate left standing and one post.   A mystical gate to nowhere.  Do you suppose on the other side is some kind of Narnia for elder women.  Maybe place to escape a winter damaged garden and collapsed fence, a sunny beach and warm breezes?  I opened it alas, nothing there but the alley no one wants to see.  Rats.  I do have a claim number, an estimate, and a fellow to rebuild the fence.

I watched the Oscars Sunday.  Loved the fantastic show the Cirque de Soleil put on.  Discovered I don't know most of those "famous" people strolling up the red carpet.  I kept my copy of "White Lion" by Henning Mankell to read during whatever disinterested me, a lot of it actually.  I found myself wishing there for less skin showing.  I didn't used to care much.  There was lots of what Huge Laurie as House puckishly referred to as "fun bags" waving in the breeze and threatening to fall out of dresses.  I think having so many rapidly adolescing grandgirls makes me want to yell "cover it up."  Some of the awards delighted me though, all the Oscars for "The Artist" and Octavia Spencer's "The Help."  Is Angelina Jolie dying of something?  She looks ill.

Today I will warm up the van and go to the eye doctor and order new glasses.  I smashed mine when I fell on my face during the week from hell last week.  In the afternoon I see my ususal doc for the usual stuff and a followup to check on the brain rattling I gave myself midweek.  My shiner is progressing into those barfy yellow colors, and the swelling has gone down.  Sunday and Monday were nausea free, hooray, and I've regained my ability to walk a straight line again.  Cold and sunny out there today, the deck is icy, I will be very careful walking around.