Cataract Operation

Last Tuesday I had a cataract operation in our local hospital. One of Aunty Uta’s followers got wind of it and wanted to know more about it. I wrote him an answer but after this I thought I could make it a post on my blog as well. Here it is:

The operation was on Tuesday. All went smoothly and I have no complains regarding the procedure. Next day when the dressing came off I thought I was in London experiencing the fog there. There was no vision in the eye. Luckily I have the other one. The doctor told me this sometimes happens when the patient has glaucoma (which I have). She gave me some tablets to bring the pressure down in the eye. Come back on Friday. Yesterday after two days of taking the tablets I started to see Daisy Duck. She is hanging on the wall in our toilet making sure people don’t misbehave. I call it now doing the “Daisy Test”. At first I could not see her at all with my brand new, reconditioned eye. But Yesterday afternoon she appeared, if ever so faint, out of the fog.

Last night I went to bed hoping for a further improvement. Bur in the morning it was all foggy again and Daisy wasn’t to been seen anywhere. Perhaps I used up my power of vision during my REM periods during sleep when I was able to see colourful flowers and bushes.

This morning it was back to my Ophthalmologist. She was happy with the progress I had made (did I ?) and she smiled with happiness as she reported, the pressure in my eye has gone done to “9″. Her smile and friendliness is so generous that I would forgive her losing my eyesight. But, she said, nothing to worry about, stop taking the tablets, increase one of the drops from one to six times a day and come back in five weeks – unless, of course, my eyesight has not improved by Tuesday; then she wants me back next week. On questioning her, she assured me, that the operation was a full success only my eye is a bit swollen and she is sure all will return to normal.

Meantime I run to to the toilet more often and check whether Daisy Duck is appearing out of the fog.


After having written the above and checking “Daisy Duck” again I noticed, it is not Daisy at all, but Donald’s Grandma herself. That tells you how old I am that I see an old Grandma as a spring chicken. Perhaps I thought Grandma Duck used to wear glasses and this image doesn’t.

In case you wonder what sort of toilet our toilet is, I can show you what you see when you sit on the throne.

Solitary Tree by Caspar David Friedrich

Solitary Tree by Caspar David Friedrich


Object of Love


Men can very easily transfer their love from one woman to another.

They seldom grief long when their partner dies, goes away or is otherwise unavailable. They love what women are doing or providing for them. They love  women, because they feel women love them and they love them back for it.

Some people might think this kind of love is shallow. But it is not. It is not the person they love but the giver of love they love. This love can be enduring  –  till death do us part –   but it also has survival value, because it is easily transferable.

Men’s love is more a loyalty program. A lot of women died during childbirth and men must have had the ability to find a new partner quickly to look after their earlier brood. If the man was able to love his new wife and his new wife felt that love and was able to reciprocate  then they could live happily ever after.

The Saturday Paper


A new newspaper was born today, The Saturday Paper. 

A heartfelt “Congratulation” to the many, brave parents. To bring up a new baby in our times is an undertaking that requires a lot of stamina, financial commitment and lots of love.

This new paper promises to be a quality paper. But do we have a quality readership? A readership that puts the dollar where the mouth is. We used to have a quality weekly (The National Times) from 1971 to 1986. It is  defunct because, despite its high quality content, did not make enough money.

How will the new paper, in our new electronic age fare?

I’m an avid newspaper reader and have always been. In fact I can not remember not reading a newspaper. Newspaper reading must pre-date my school years.  Whereby the word “reading” must not been taken literally, of course.  But as soon I could stitch the letters into words I started reading. The same with shop signs. One can “read” the name of the shop before one actually can read.

When I came to Australia, I started to read  “The Age” and when we moved to NSW I switched to “The Sydney Morning Herald”. It helped me greatly to learn English. During the last year many good journalists have left the paper. Some of them write for the Guardian and some are with the Saturday Paper. Refugees are everywhere in all shape and forms.

I have seen a lot new newspapers in my life. After the war in Germany a raft of new papers came to the news stands. People were eager to see papers that at least sometimes write the truth.  One of them, Der Tagesspiegel, I’m still reading today. On the internet of course.

On the 1 October 1810 Heinrich von Kleist published  a new newspaper in Berlin (Berliner Abendblaetter). He must have felt that his paper wouldn’t last long because he knew that people “were only interested in their blindness, in wretchedness and trivialities”. It was a  bad time for newspapers. Berlin was occupied by the French, under Napoleon, and censorship was harsh. The paper lasted only six months and a further seven months later Kleist committed suicide in a suicide pact. He was depressed for many reasons. His fiancée suffered from cancer and he hated Napoleon and saw no future for himself.

I hope the  publishers of our new paper fare a little bit better. But you never know under our PM Abbott, who doesn’t like the public to be informed. Anything is possible. He has attacked our ABC and will do anything to neuter it.

I wish the publishers of the new paper all the luck they can get – and more.

1. March – Autumn in NSW

Today is the First of March –  the beginning of autumn on the Southern hemisphere.

Normally we wouldn’t notice any difference from the summer of yesterday and the autumn of today. But when I opened the front door today this is what I saw.

Rain in the morning

Rain in the morning

As it is a rather slow rain the plants love it.


The Grevilleas are in full bloom and are producing nectar for the Rainbow Lorikeets.

In the backyard it is not much different and we won’t be out there for tea later in the day.


Aunty Uta was heading straight for her computer and she is busy hammering out another blog.