So whose eyes are these?
Hint: She liked cat-eye glasses.
Question: Is the beautiful pair of eyes behind these spectacles protected by lenses? Or could she have fun with her friends by wiggling her fingers through the frames? If so, her ophthalmologist would not be happy.
Today, a mere couple of days after undergoing cataract surgery, I took my old glasses to the optician and had him remove its two old Coke-bottle lenses. That act will give my dear readers ample hint that my operation, performed by the admirable Dr. Jason Karo, was successful. Two days have passed and, stepping outside of my house, I feel like I might cut myself on reality.
Several times today I have wiggled my fingers through my old glasses, now lensless. I could go without glasses but I’ve worn them since age 4 and I’d feel naked without them. Yes, I realize that I am tempting fate by allowing God to read these words. I have been warned that my vision might fluctuate for a week or two, even more. It might end up worse. But am an optometrical optimist, and so I am happy to tempt the Goddess of Spectacles.
After reading my post “The architecture of the eye” on Tuesday, July 3, many friends and readers wrote to wish me the best in the operation. Many thanks to you all! I have tried to show my appreciation by replacing the image of Le Corbusier’s eyes that I put on top of that post with a nicer pair – owned by Marilyn Monroe – on top of this post. Wow! Strengthen my prescription!
I do not believe there are any lenses in Marilyn’s glasses. That would elicit too many cries of “Cut! Cut! Cut!” from the director, catching a splice of glare and perhaps even a stray reflection in the specs. And in fact, the shot above is not from a film, though the actress wore them in one. Which film? Readers may feel free to correct me if the shot is from a scene in the film. I believe I am correct. I am so corrected, from an ophthalmalogical point of view, that I don’t care if I am wrong. I see too well to be wrong. Well, maybe that’s going a bit too far. If I am wrong, I will cut out the picture of Corbu’s eyes from my earlier post and tape it up on the mirror of my bathroom. That would serve me right, right? Well, good night! And God bless cataract surgery!