I have always struggled with poor eyesight. Since the age of 10 I have needed to wear eye glasses. I didn’t mind wearing glasses at 10. As a matter of fact I thought they made me look older and more sophisticated than my classmates.
When I arrived in high school I fell under the sway of boys don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses. So I started not wearing my eyewear to social engagements. One of the results of this particular vanity is I ended up with a boyfriend. Well, you may think that is a good thing, but let me tell you the back story. I had a crush on another boy. I asked my girlfriends to introduce to the boy who I had the crush on but without my glasses I pointed out the wrong fella. Ended up dating him but always kinda wondered about the other guy.
Along came contact lenses and life proceeded smoothly until my fifth decade. That is when my eyes start having a field day. I needed glasses for everything. I needed them to read and I needed them to drive and I needed them to work at my computer – all in different strengths. I started changing my glasses more frequently than my underwear.
But I looked at the upside. I always hated to drive. My nickname is Miss Daisy. Now everyone drove me around not only out of friendship but also out of fear of letting me command the wheel of the car.
I also liked how when I kissed my husband everything went out of focus and he looked like he was 20 again. I figured that was working for him too.
And now I had a good excuse for not seeing the dust bunnies and other detritus of life, “You know I can’t see anything”, became my refrain.
But the other day I took my beautiful little granddaughter on an outing with food still on her face. Oh no. Bad MeMe. Now where did I put those glasses????
Have a clearly focused week,