I used to have perfect eyesight. And then it almost seemed as if I woke up one day and just about everything written was as tiny as the fine print on rip-off contract. At first it seemed to help if I held the material a bit further away, and away and away. Pretty soon my arms just weren’t long enough. I finally I had to admit, if only to myself that I needed--drat, reading glasses.
So I went the way of drugstore readers. You know the dorky glasses from the display by the prescription counter. They seemed to work ok, but since I can’t really walk in them I never could seem to keep track of those slippery little devils. So I decided to actually go to the optometrist. Contacts are nice but difficult to put in and if you can see well at a distance, they will cause your distance to be blurred. Being an artist, I just wasn’t too happy with that trade off. The doctor suggested progressives.
Progressive lenses are in actuality no line bi-focals. Just like the ones granny wore when she did her knitting, except now the line is invisible. They take some getting used to but after a while it becomes easier. You just have to get in the habit of looking out of the right area.
After the exam I had to decide on which one of the 300 frames on display I would like. First of all, glasses are not my favorite kind of fashion accessory. I mean unless you are Elton John, what can you do with two lenses and a frame. It’s kind of like a bikini, yeah you can change the color, maybe put on a bow or a button, but how different can you really design them, when all they consist of are two tiny pieces? I chose the first one.
For me, it’s still not like good old regular eyesight. Sometimes it’s just more comfortable to take them off when I am walking around. That is where my problems arise. I can never remember where I put my glasses. I go upstairs, not there, I go downstairs still not there. I look on the main floor and give up and then I realize that they are sitting right on my head where I pushed them up. Even one of those chains that my husband keeps suggesting wouldn’t work because I know I would just forget they were hanging there.
My solution is to have a pair upstairs, one downstairs, one on the main floor and finally one in my purse. Now that may seem a bit extreme, but after about 10 years of glasses and my eyesight changing only slightly, I have amassed quite a collection of glasses. They even sell reading glasses in dollar stores so I can buy another for my glove box, one for the deck, the front porch, my work,…..