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July 11, 2005
D�j� Blind
On Saturday, as we crossed the street from my apartment to begin a day of wandering, I took off my glasses to clean them on my shirt. Passing the cotton over the lenses, there was a strange sensation; I lifted the glasses to my face only to find that the entire bridge had cracked in half.
I halted helplessly in the middle of 7th Avenue, the two pieces of plastic and glass that constitute everyday vision dangling from my hands. Equally as helpless, Lex turned to me and offered the only piece of solace he could think of: We could crazy glue them back together?
No, we cannot crazy glue them back together, I moaned, getting teary. They are broken. That is it. No more. My glasses are broken.
Since I began wearing them at eight years old, I have only functioned for one full day without glasses. Several years ago, my family and I were in a severe car accident; my favorite pair of glasses flew off my face as the car rolled, and after extensive searching of both road and car, they were never found.
The next day, my father took me to the local eye shop to get a temporary pair, simply so that I could see my mother�s face in the hospital and make my way back to Manhattan without accidentally taking a train to Montauk. They were mediocre, style wise, but stayed on my face, so we bought them hastily, and my mother healed and I returned home and time passed. A month or two later, I replaced those simple brown nerd glasses with an equally nerdy but slightly more stylish pair that I loved, which, until Saturday, suited me quite well.
Back on 7th Avenue, Lex took my arm and led me, sniffling and blind, back to the apartment, where I fumbled about the bedroom until I found my spare pair of spectacles�the ones purchased the day after the car accident, years before. Throughout the rest of the day, each time I caught my reflection in a window or mirror, I felt an odd shiver, like d�j� vu and bad memories all mixed into one.
When we returned home, I dug into my files. Pulling up the folder documenting the accident, the date glared up at me:
July 9, 2000.
Posted by callalillie at July 11, 2005 5:36 AM | Introspect
WOW !
That's a little freaky, huh?
Hopefully this is the last July 9th to reek havoc on your vision.
:)
Posted by: Liz at July 11, 2005 7:04 AM
Oh Corie! That is more than creepy. Historically, peope in my life have experienced extreme changes, wonderful and terrible, the week of July 8 through July 14. This just reinforces my superstition.
Posted by: Vickie at July 11, 2005 7:09 AM
i would say that you should just tape them together (to go full on geek), but it looks like you can't even do that.
Posted by: tien at July 11, 2005 7:31 AM
actually, lex is right - you can crazy glue them back together temporarily. it probably won't hold for a long time, but long enough to get a new pair.
actually, tein is right also - adhensive tape always adds that certain "je ne sais geeque" to your look.
Posted by: bobtrancho at July 11, 2005 8:07 AM
je ne sais geeque Heh.
I feel you. My glasses have been a part of my sense of self for so long, that I feel like they're part of my face.
I can't wear contacts, and I don't recognize myself without these frames on my face.
They're part of me.
Posted by: Bill at July 11, 2005 9:40 AM
Your fortune cookie says, breaking of eye glasses, "new beginning"
Posted by: PEGR at July 11, 2005 10:53 AM
It is amazing how signifigent occurrences tend to happen around similar dates.
Makes you wonder.
Posted by: Petrie at July 11, 2005 11:18 AM
that's totally freaky because last night i clicked on your archives for no good reason and only read that entry.
strange.
Posted by: nicole at July 11, 2005 11:42 AM
Interesting-- I might have hit "publish" by mistake. Sometimes I publish just to see what it will look like and then resave as a draft :)
I don't think crazy glue will work-- they will still be a little fragile...and I must admit, the old glasses have less scratches. But more bad memories...
Posted by: corie at July 11, 2005 1:09 PM
You could donate them to NASA where they could build a new, more powerful Hubble telescope! :)
Sorry. (for the bad joke, and the glasses breaking)
Posted by: matt at July 11, 2005 1:41 PM
Whoa, that gave me the shivers!
Posted by: Liz at July 11, 2005 2:31 PM
I fix things with a mess of hot glue or epoxy, and tie wraps or shrink tube.
Posted by: Gary at July 11, 2005 5:18 PM
not to be morbid or insensitive, but my grandparents passed away on the exact same hour of the same day (almost to the minute) 3 years apart from one another -- either extreme love or extreme coincidence.
Posted by: yp at July 11, 2005 9:25 PM
Sorry about your glasses...I dunno about the crazy glue or the duct-tape but I am sure there is a place out there that can fix them for you...er, I mean if you are really attached to those glasses. If not just look at it as another opportunity to go shopping. New look!
Posted by: Gustavo at July 12, 2005 1:22 AM
Sorry to hear about your glasses.
I hate losing/breaking/scratching a pair that you've grown accustomed to.
I'm glad he didn't suggest the old tape option.
Reminded me of a kid in elementary school who always had tape on his glasses.
Poor Phillip.
Posted by: pantrygirl at July 13, 2005 12:04 AM
8 Years Old!!!!
Man... that stinks.... Your vibe resonates in those skylight enhancing your windows. When it broke.� something else broke. What�s better than glue? The answer to that might mend the pain of loosing an old reliable friend.
Posted by: William at July 15, 2005 6:16 PM
Luckily you had a spare pair. Good thing is you can get another cool pair.
It pretty nice with all the new lens options they have nowadays. I started wearing glasses again a few years back. The new lenses are alot thinner then what we grew up with. Wearing the old coke bottles just never cut it for me.
Posted by: Troy at July 16, 2005 3:28 AM
