Dillard is writing about a girl who was blind. The girl underwent a surgery which restored her vision. One of the first things she sees when the bandages are removed from her eyes is a tree "with lights in it." The girl's perception of light and color was dependent upon her blind life, where she categorized the world in terms of every other sense besides sight.
I use this passage because it has to do with sight, and tonight I found out that my daughter has a case of conjunctivitis, or pink eye. This comes after my wife and son were diagnosed with conjunctivitis on Thursday. So, my whole family is walking around with crusty eyeballs. Tomorrow, my daughter goes to the doctor in the morning to get some eye drops.
My eyes are burning, too. Not because they are infected. They're not. Yet. My eyes are burning because I just finished five hours of grading. It feels as though my eyes are about to fall out of their sockets.
I'm sitting in my living room, watching the Parade of Nations in the Opening Ceremony of the Rio Olympics. Barely staying awake. And the torch hasn't even made an appearance.
Saint Marty is ready for his Olympic event: sleeping. He plans to win a gold medal.
|Just because it's funny . . . If you know "Star Trek"|