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I got these new reading glasses, and I paid twice as much for them as I normally do. I hardly ever pay more than $12 for a pair, but these cost $25, and they didn't even come with a case. I just have to shove them in a pocket or let them roll around willy nilly in the bottom of my purse.

I only need glasses for reading up close, and even then the minimum number on the power scale works just fine. I don't need glasses to drive or to see across the room, and if my computer is far enough away and the type is large enough, I don't need them for working. So, I don't wear my glasses very often, even though I kind of like the way I look in them. I think I look...oh, I don't know...focused.

They say you should never look back, that looking back just keeps you from moving forward. So, I won't use my new glasses for that. I do enjoy looking forward to things, like the arrival of something I have ordered on line. I am expecting some piano music today, and I will look forward to pulling that out of my mailbox, although I won't need my glasses for that. Garrison Keillor says he believes in looking reality straight in the eye and denying it. I like that idea and think I'm pretty good at that as it is. I suspect my glasses will only help, and if this so-called reality gets too close, I can always take them off.

Dr. Seuss thought that nonsense was a necessary part of living, like looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. That's exactly what he did, he thought, looked at life through the wrong end of a telescope. If you have ever done that, you know that things far away aren't made bigger but smaller, tiny in fact, like the Whos down in Whoville. And when you break things down into bite-sized pieces, they are a little easier to swallow. Not so hard to chew.

So, I think I'll start using my new glasses like the wrong end of a telescope and look at the world in small bites. That way nothing will appear too looming or ominous, like when your children leave the home you've made for them and go off to college; like when you spend a few years writing a novel but can't find an agent, and you start to think you've failed; like when your parents age and reverse the roles on you so that you become the care giver instead of the one being cared for; like when your eyes start seeing words as blurry smudges on the page, and you need to buy a contraption to clear things ups.

One tiny bite at a time, it's not so bad. One Who-sized bite at a time, and it all seems pretty easy to swallow and pretty focused, or focused enough anyway. You don't want to see too much, or you might just close your eyes altogether.

Comments

dive said…
Sexy!

And thanks for reminding me of the Whos, Robyn. They were great.
I love the Garrison Keillor line. It's a splendid idea.
By the way; these are nice glasses but nowhere near as much fun as your last pair with the painted spots on. Those were cool!
you look like Carlos Santana with glasses.
Anonymous said…
Daaahhhlinng. Yoooo look maaaahvalous.
The glasses look good, Robyn. God they're so reasonably priced! I am just searching down the back of the sofa presently, to find enough to buy my son his new glasses. £115 and nothing special at all.
Alifan said…
You look great Robyn.... my new glasses should be ready in about 10 days time, no idea what I will look like in them because when I try frames on it is a case of "no can see" so I have to rely on the girls who work in the opticians....

As my eyes are very short sighted and I am very vain it costs me a lot of money for the lenses, so for my new glasses and a pair of perscription sun glasses I will say bye bye to £300.
Maria said…
I have worn glasses since I was four years old. (Kept walking into walls, etc...my Da finally figured out that I was either half blind or half witted..)

I envy all the cool frames. Bing wears the same kind as you do and she finds all these GREAT frames. Her last pair was from Whole Foods, of all places!

Now, mine...I wear the kind that get dark in the sun, have not just bifocals but TRI focals, and I have three pairs. ALL three cost at least 300 bucks a piece. One are what Bing calls "Jenny Cavileri glasses", the other "John Lennon specs" and my last ones are simple horn rims that make me look like a very stern librarian.

Hers are wildly dotted and gorgeous.

And you look as sharp as a tack in your specs.
Mrs. G. said…
You look gawjus!
Anonymous said…
Aha! I see I'm not the only one applying the brakes this year.
The glasses look great.
Something I really need to see about this year is my eyesight, I keep denying that i have a problem but in who bite sized admissions - i do.
So good for you scout, I came i read i made an appointment.
Anonymous said…
Wow Robyn, this is a fantastic piece of prose - I really enjoyed reading it - and your glasses look great. I always thought that God made our eyesight a little blurry as we age so we don't notice the wrinkles.
I love the concept of "bite" sized pieces to focus on. How true and it's a great philosophy to live by.
I wear prescription reading glasses, like you, for the close stuff.

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