Thursday, February 28, 2008

I Can See, Praise Whatshisname, I Can See


St. Lucy is the patron saint of the blind; her martyrdom included having her eyes plucked out, but then they were miraculously restored! Alleluia! Although it seems like to me it would be better to have a god who would protect you from having them plucked out in the first place, but what do I know? Anyway, that's why she's always shown with her eyeballs on a plate, like creepy hors d'ouvre.

Fortunately ol' Lucy and I have parted ways since I am no longer blind. Yay, alleluia and all that stuff. My eye is all better (thanks to everyone for your concern) plus last night when I go home, I had a voicemail from my optometrist that my new contacts were ready. Obviously the miraculous hand of St. Lucy intervening. We give thanks to St. Lucy. Yo, Loo, thanks a bunch. Mean it, luv ya.

I'm still reveling in the thrill of new contacts. You never see as good as you do when they're brand new. No scratches, no build-up, just crystal clear 20-20. Yay. The weather today is doing its best to co-operate with the dazzling sharp clarity the sun in San Francisco can have some time. The sky looks polished, it's so bright. I'm celebrating by staring out the window while I should be working. We give thanks to Lucy.

6 comments:

  1. Congratulations on the new 20/20. Woohoo!!!

    And I've said it before, but I LOVE the Neely O'Hara sign. Love it!

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  2. Glad to hear that you're all better now!

    Dominus Nabisco!!

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  3. SR
    why thanks, I'm rather fond of it too. I owe it all to you.

    tigee
    Is that the god of cookies and fine snack products?

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  4. Always Lucy Lucy Lucy

    No one ever thanks St. Ethel do they?

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  5. Oh, I am so happy for you! And relieved!

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  6. That is a disturbing image, Lucy with the plate of eyeballs. I can't think of any way to display the plucked-out eyeballs that wouldn't be creepy, though. Imagine wearing them as earrings, dangling from her ears, suspended above her shoulders.

    Glad you can see clearly now. The rain is gone. Can you see all obstacles in your way?

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