(Here’s part two of the free How To Take Courage system:
Look Into My Eyes
My Lady Wonder Wench’s family is Polish. I was sitting in the examination chair in the eye doctor’s chair today, and he said read the third line from the bottom. I swear it spelled out the name of one of her Polish cousins. At least the letters I could see spelled out the name of one of her cousins. I missed some of the letters. Which made me stop and think about what I said in my book, Staying Happy, Healthy And Hot about the gratitude-attitude. I’m glad I could see some of the letters. Even ones that were smaller than the Goodyear Blimp or your average NFL linebacker. And something the doctor said got me started thinking about eyes, and the things we see…and the things that are sitting there in plain sight, but we don’t usually see them.
The sunlight came slanting through the skylight in our roof the other day, and for the first time ever I saw what looked like millions of tiny sparkles of light reflecting off microscopic mites of dust. I don’t know why I never saw that before. While I was flying my little airplane last weekend, I saw a cloud formation that I recognized from the radar image…but there it was…for real. And every morning, I see something only I get to see. My Lady Wonder Wench, in the first light of dawn, sleeping on the pillow next to me. Some mornings she’s smiling in her sleep. And some mornings those pretty blue eyes pop open…and I get a, “Good morning…now get out of my way because I’ve got to go potty” kind of smile.
I wrote about her eyes in my first book…lovin touch. That was all the way back when I first met her. I said, “Do you know that you’re always looking down, like you’re hoping to find something you lost a long time ago? Why not look at me, because I’d like to get to know you. Are your eyes too naked to lay them here on mine ? How can I make you care enough, to dare enough, to tilt your head up, smile, toss back your hair, and lay your naked eyes on mine.” She did, by the way. So naturally, I married her.
Dick’s Details Quiz. All answers are in the current podcast.
1- What do Chimps and Congress-people have in common?
2- Why will penguins reject the gift of free sweaters?
3- Why should you never stop licking a frog?
Dick’s Details. They take your mind off your mind.
When you think about it, unless you’re the Lone Ranger, or Batman, or a bank robber and you’re wearing some kind of mask, your eyes are completely naked. And there’s a saying floating around that any good Louie Louie Lady or Gent has probably heard, that implies your eyes can get somebody else naked too. It says, “If you look into a woman’s eyes for two minutes this evening, she’ll be sharing your bed tonight.” That may be a little optimistic. A bit of a late night singles bar optical illusion. Optical illusion. Optimistic. Optic. As in eye. Have any of you guys ever been accused on undressing a lady with your eyes ? When I was a kid, I was a lifeguard at Coney Island. And all the guys wore mirror lens sun glasses so nobody could catch us. Give me a break. There were all those girls on the beach. And why doesn’t that optical undressing work the other way around ? Or does it? I don’t know.
The audio equivalent of undressing somebody with your eyes is the wolf whistle. There’s a story about one of those in the Night Connections 2 Personal Audio CD. The young lady was smart. So was the hunk. They both knew it wouldn’t work long term. But she told me it worked…very nicely…that one night.
“The Lawyer Lady And The Hunk” is from the Night Connections 2 Personal Audio CD. If you like it, you can just keep the current podcast. Or if you want a fresh copy, just check out the Night Connections 2 icon on the home page.
Before he became famous, Jose Feliciano used to hang around with my Lady and me. As you know, he’s blind. Which is a pretty tough break. Talk about Gratitude-Attitude…he always said his blindness helped him express the music he had inside. I wonder if it’s the same thing for Ray Charles, and George Shearing and for lots of people who’s names don’t make headlines.
Gratitude-Attitude. Do you ever wonder what else is sitting there right in plain sight…but you’re not seeing it? Do you look up at the sky if it’s not raining or snowing? When’s the last time you saw a cloud shaped like a face…or a horse…or…fill in the blank. Bet you did that when you were a kid. Do you look carefully enough to see the secret feelings in the eyes of somebody you care about? Have you ever used a telescope to see the mountains on the rim of the full moon? Try it. Try it as if you were a little afraid you wouldn’t be able to see tomorrow.
Eyes work two ways. While your eyes are looking at me, I can look into you…through your eyes. I can see laughs getting started, or anger, or lust, or boredom. My Lady has pretty blue eyes…in fact that’s what I call her sometimes…Pretty Blue Eyes. And I remember the day her eyes gave her most secret feelings away. It was amazing. It was in a little coffee house in Cambridge Mass. There was a candle on the table between us, and I saw it …shining in her eyes. She wanted me to love her.
I’ve seen it the other way too. The eyes give it away long before the words…when a love affair is over.
There’s a reason I’m telling you this stuff about eyes. The eye doctor saw some things while I was finding my Polish cousin in law’s name on the eye chart. He said it’s time for an operation. Soon. Next week. So I’ll be out of commission for a while. My son David is our podcast master, and he’ll be putting some summer re-runs up for the next few weeks, till I can get back.
The doctor says it’s routine. It’s routine for him but it’s not routine for me. I loved hiding behind those mirror lens lifeguard sunglasses, watching the pretty girls all those years ago. I love looking at the sky, and babies sleeping, and walk off home runs sailing into the stands in the ball park. And most of all, I love watching my Lady Wonder Wench sleeping on the pillow next to me in the first light of dawn…especially when she opens those pretty blue eyes and smiles at me.
The truth is I’m scared. But…Gratitude-Attitude. As Big Louie always says in my book “Staying Happy Healthy And Hot”, “Being scared can be good. It means you’re alive.”