I must've been naughty in 2004. (Sure, I can think of an instance or two.) Why, you ask? Because Santa brought me a weird eye thingee for Christmas. It started with little bursts of light in my left eye and ended with enough floaters to fill the streets of Pasadena on New Year's Day.
It was during a post-Christmas lunch with my friend C-girl and Paula Abdul (OK, Paula was at a different table) that the parade got into full swing. Lots of little grey dots with a big swirly green thingee dancing about my field of vision like a Chinese dragon. She (C-girl, not Paula) ushered me home and I spent the rest of the afternoon napping and weaving horrific fantasies of brain tumors and the like.
Come Monday morning, the eye doc reassured me that I was experiencing three Latin words strung together. The bottom line: benign. My new favorite word. Evidently, it's just something I'll have to deal with on and off as a myopic citizen of Planet Earth. The silver lining is that I now feel grateful for the gift of sight and am humbled by the thought of how fleeting health can be. I guess you could call it an eye-opener, if you were into that kind of wordplay.
On a lighter note, I rewatched "Joe vs. the Volcano" for the umpteenth time and was newly impressed by the wonderful writing, romantic spirit and inspiring theme. Not to mention the fresh and funny performances by Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. Hats off to you, John Patrick Shanley, wherever you are.