Thursday, July 17, 2008

all these faces I remember all my life, though some have changed

In my life (based on Beetle’s In My Life)

There are faces I remember
All my life, though some changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain

All these faces had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all

Today I got glasses.  I have an astimatism in my right eye.  For those of you who were like me before last week, it is basically where (in my case at least) my eye’s cornea has become irregularly shaped.  It has given me blurred vision in my right eye.  My left one is still 20/10.  This is neither nearsightedness nor farsightedness. 

As I understand it, your eye develops this way when you start peering over the crest at what is on the other side of life.  For me, I go gingerly toward that crest, so I only looked over with one eye.  Had Madusa been there, I would have been stoned, but alas, it was only the future, so I was struck in the cornea with an irregulity.

So, this is how I will be known from now on.  With yet another irregularity.  Just like my mother.  Just like my grandmother.  Just like all the other relatives that I am aware of.