Today’s the day I get my glasses! John is off work, so I have a way to get there and we just have to wait until one of the girls is here to stay with Henrietta. It’s going to be wonderful to have a pair to wear all the time, because I can’t tell you how tired I am of not having the readers where I am trying to read at the moment, they’re always in another room. Or maybe it’s me that’s always in the other room, after all I am the one that’s given to roaming around the house, not them.
OK, it’s now 10:55 PM and I am home with the new glasses on. They aren’t that confusing, but I am not sure they were…”done” right. When something is right straight in front of me it is very clear, but when I have to look slightly off to one side, either way, it is blurry. I don’t mean very far either. It seems to be this way with the far away vision, the mid range and the reading, all. If I am reading a magazine and there are three columns of print, while having my head positioned looking straight at the first column the one on the far right is so blurry I can’t read it well at all. I have to move my head or the magazine. Is this asking too much of a pair of glasses. I’ve never noticed anyone reading a book having to move their head in order to read across the page.
I think they didn’t “do” the prescription all the way across.
Well, God knows I have debated about this, but here’s a damn picture:
Somehow, at this point in my life, the “smart chick” look doesn’t bother me at all. Not sure I can pull it off once I open my mouth, but up until then, I think the glasses I picked out help with the illusion.
They told me to wear them for a week and see what I think. I think I’m going to call them tomorrow and ask why I have to be laser-sighted on target and physically aimed at anything I want to see clearly.
Now, I have to find someone to do something about those chipmunk cheeks.
OH! Before I end this, I have a confession! No! Nothing juicy! No, what I did today was make it over to Lisa’s AGAIN two days in a row now and I was going to take pictures of her gutted kitchen. We went and visited and left and I forgot to take the pictures. Got my glasses and went home and then remembered I needed to take them so John and I went back over to Lisa’s house AGAIN. Got over there and looked in my purse for my trusty(?) camera and I had left it at home.
I really do think God didn’t want me to take any pictures today, cause he obviously made me very forgetful for some reason.