Window displays / Escaparates

La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.

SAN GERALDO IS RECOVERING WELL from his second cataract surgery. He was convinced last night’s upset digestion was a result of the surgery. My digestion was upset as well, and I reminded him of the pizza and Magnum chocolate, chocolate, chocolate, chocolate pints of ice cream we finished off.

His pupil is almost down to its original size. With his sky blue eyes and their yellow and white accents, it’s very easy to tell when his pupils are dilated. You have to look closely into my nearly black eyes to be able to tell. I got away with a lot during my stoner years. I’ve included photos from six hours after the surgery. You can compare eyes.

Due to their minimal pigment, SG’s eyes have always been much more sensitive to light. After cataract surgery, that sensitivity increases (I know from my own experience). My lovely friend the Ale Hop cow was sporting a floppy hat yesterday that would be perfect for SG. The only problem is, the hat appears to be custom-designed for someone with horns.

Speaking of horns, did you know that Jews were (and probably still are by some) thought to have horns? I’ve been told it’s because of Michelangelo’s statue of Moses. What look like horns were, I’ve read, actually heavenly rays. The word was apparently translated incorrectly from the original Hebrew. I never knew anything about this idiocy until my freshman year at university.

My first roomate, for only one semester thankfully, was from a tiny farm community north of Plattsburgh, New York. About 330 miles north of New York City; another 20 miles and you were in Canada. He asked my religion when we met. (That should have been a clue.) I told him I had been raised Jewish but didn’t practice any religion and considered myself agnostic. He gazed at the top of my head from across the room and then asked if I had had my horns removed. I had no idea what he was talking about. Jeez Louise, as San Geraldo would say!

SG and I saw parts of a manequin in a shop window yesterday evening on our return from the pharmacy. I commented on what a creepy display it was. I was not serious. SG said he thought the display was still being worked on. He was serious. Then he rolled his good eye and muttered.

I spent the last 15 minutes of my wait for SG yesterday outside the main doors of the hospital before receiving the call to meet him inside. An interesting family arrived. I don’t know why they were there, but the guy did at least begin to put his shirt on once he entered the lobby. You can click those final three images to get a better look.

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SAN GERALDO SE RECUPERA BIEN de su segunda operación de cataratas. Estaba convencido de que el trastorno digestivo de anoche era el resultado de la cirugía. Mi digestión también estaba alterada, y le recordé la pizza y las pintas de helado de Magnum de chocolate, chocolate, chocolate — y chocolate que terminamos.

Su pupila está casi por debajo de su tamaño original. Con sus ojos azul cielo y sus acentos amarillos y blancos, es muy fácil saber cuando sus pupilas están dilatadas. Tienes que mirar de cerca mis ojos casi negros para saberlo. Me salí con la mía durante mis años de marihuanero. Incluí fotos de seis horas después de la cirugía. Puedes comparar ojos.

Debido a su pigmento mínimo, los ojos de SG siempre han sido mucho más sensibles a la luz. Después de la cirugía de cataratas, esa sensibilidad aumenta (lo sé por mi propia experiencia). Mi encantadora amiga la vaca de Ale Hop lucía un sombrero flexible ayer que sería perfecto para SG. El único problema es que el sombrero parece estar diseñado a medida para alguien con cuernos.

Hablando de cuernos, ¿sabías que se pensaba que los judíos (y probablemente algunos todavía lo son) tenían cuernos? Me han dicho que es por la estatua de Moisés de Miguel Ángel (Michelangelo). Lo que parecen cuernos, según he leído, en realidad son rayos celestiales. La palabra aparentemente fue traducida incorrectamente del hebreo original. Nunca supe nada de esta idiotez hasta mi primer año en la universidad.

Mi primer compañero de cuarto, por solo un semestre afortunadamente, era de una pequeña comunidad agrícola al norte de Plattsburgh. Aproximadamente 330 millas al norte de la ciudad de Nueva York; otras 20 millas y estabas en Canadá. Preguntó mi religión cuando nos conocimos. (Eso debería haber sido una pista). Le dije que había sido criado como judío pero que no practicaba ninguna religión y me consideraba agnóstico. Miró la parte superior de mi cabeza desde el otro lado de la habitación y luego me preguntó si me habían quitado los cuernos. No tenía idea de qué estaba hablando. ¡Jeez Louise! [Jesus Louisa… porque rima en ingles], como diría San Geraldo!

SG y yo vimos partes de un maniquí en un escaparate ayer por la noche a nuestro regreso de la farmacia. Comenté lo espeluznante que era la exhibición. No hablaba en serio. SG dijo que pensaba que todavía se estaba trabajando en el escaparate. Hablaba en serio. Luego puso el ojo bueno en blanco y murmuró.

Pasé los últimos 15 minutos de mi espera por SG ayer afuera de las puertas principales del hospital antes de recibir la llamada para encontrarme con él adentro. Llegó una familia interesante. No sé por qué estaban allí, pero el tipo al menos comenzó a ponerse la camisa una vez que entró en el vestíbulo. Puede hacer clic en esas tres imágenes para verlas mejor.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

25 thoughts on “Window displays / Escaparates”

  1. Commiserating with SG on having pale colored eyes that are light intolerant. I have to wear v dark sunglasses virtually every day–even cloudy ones. Glad the operation went well for him and that he is recovering.

    As for the Daddy flaunting himself prior to the hospital entry, I would have to say that Mama wasn’t exactly leaving much to the imagination with her outfit either.

    1. Mary:
      The first afternoon, eveb the sun inside the apartment was too much for him and he wore sunglasses!

      I was definitely noting both the dad and the mom… although I don’t think she was actually the mom. When left alone, that was as close as she got to the stroller. And when the child called out, she responded without approaching, “Your daddy will be back soon.” (They were English.)

    1. Wilma:
      The little boy was left in the stroller and when he complained the woman simply said, “Your daddy will be back soon.” I got the impression it wasn’t her child.

      I hadn’t heard about migraines after dilation. I’m so glad SG didn’t know about that! But he was fine.

  2. Carlos learned yesterday that he may need cataract surgery in the next year or so.
    I have had many mornings, in my younger years, when I felt like that mannequin.
    Lastly, I’d have let that guy in without his shirt. Just sayin’. Nice ass, too.

    1. Bob:
      The mannequin would have been even funnier if those were two legs in that position. Talk about having your head up your ass. I agree with you about the guy. The way the woman was dressed, I thought they were coming from the beach, but not in THOSE shoes.

  3. I learned something today. I never knew that lighter eyes were more sensitive to, well, light. I can now feel grateful for my boring brown orbs, yay. Young Tony Curtis is still one of my favorite faces upon which to gaze.
    SG, the Nordic Carlos 🙂 I’m happy he came out okay.
    It’s weird, but, that mannequin’s wig, arms and article of denim something or other, gave me a sense of utter despair!

    1. Deedles:
      I agree about the mannequin. It still upsets me to look at it. I didn’t know about light sensitivity in light-colored eyes until I was with SG. An ophthalmologist explained it to him not long after we met. And, yeah, it made me grateful for my boring browns, too.

  4. Hola. OMG! It’s ‘my after’ photo! LOL

    My mother always used to say ‘Getting old’s no fun’. It all seems to be hospital and Dr’s appts. I’ve got one next week. Glad it went well for S.G. It’s always a stress.

    1. Karen:
      Yep. I think anyone who has survived into their majority (I can’t say old) would agree. Which is your after photo? The bikinied woman in the black cover-up that doesn’t cover anything or the dismembered mannequin?

  5. SG is on the mend….good to hear.
    Your window display photo reminds me of a photo assignment/photography course I took in Vancouver. The assignment being ‘downtown’…..I took many window displays and their reflections with people walking by. Good thing mannequins are cooperative and friendly!!
    That room mate sounded like a jerk!

    1. JIm:
      The roommate had a limited world view. Grew up in the middle of nowhere on a huge farm with backward-thinking parents. His first departure from that village was to another village in western New York State for college. He thought it was the big city. He tried too hard and flunked out after one year.

  6. Glad to hear that SG’s surgery went well. Since I’ve had mine done I’ve more sensitive to light and glare than I was before so I sympathize. I hope he heals quickly.

    That sounds like the roommate from hell who was looking for horns on the wrong person.

    1. Willym:
      That roommate was quite a revelation for me. Good we only shared a room for one semester.

      I never had much sensitivity to light until my cataract surgeries. SG will be over the top now. Thank god for big sunglasses and hats.

    1. Kirk:
      That would depend on skin tone I would think. SG is more sensitive to sun than am I, but it’s not too bad. His eyes, however, swell if they’re exposed to too much sun. So, he’s always been careful.

  7. Looking back at it again, it is the placement of the whig that makes the mannequin weird, I hope someone finished dressing and putting her back together, white shorts daddy does not need to be put back together. I was walking past Macy’s early one morning and one of the mannequins had fallen over, one of my favorite photos, at times I know just how she feels.

    1. David:
      I’d be a danger as a window dresser. Too many opportunities. Yes, the wig was what made that entire scene weird. I probably should have been a good samaritan and helped the guy in the white shorts.

  8. That window display IS creepy, even if it’s unfinished! Glad SG’s eyes are getting back to normal. Surely your roommate was joking when he said that about horns — I can’t believe anyone going to college would be that clueless. (Not a very funny thing to say even as a joke!)

    1. Steve:
      My roommate was not joking. That would have been less surprising. You can imagine the things I’ve heard over the years even from people who appeared to be enlightened. “Where’s your sense of humor?” “I have Jewish clients!” And, of course, “Just so you know, it doesn’t bother ME that you’re gay. What you do in your bedroom is none of my business.”

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