I suppose I’m being rather literal here, but I can’t help it. I have worn eyeglasses my entire life — at least since the fifth grade. I’ve tried contact lenses and they didn’t work for me. I’ve tried “line-free” multi-vision spectacles. They weren’t good for me either. I even tried regular bifocals. Nope.
In the end, I wound up with lots of pairs of eyeglasses.
Distance glasses for driving and viewing. Computer — middle vision — glasses because most life happens in the middle. I read without any glasses (a miracle). But I have two pair of prescription sunglasses because I need shades … so I can look cool like the other kids.
None of my numerous pairs of glasses are particularly good for photography. If I wear distance vision glasses, I can’t see the LCD screen. If I wear middle vision glasses, I’m fuzzy on the big pictures, but can read the screen. Usually, I wear the middle vision glasses and count on auto-focus to manage the difference. I have no idea how I’d take pictures without auto-focus and I bless whoever was its inventor.
The price of eyeglasses has gotten really high, so I’m grateful that as we get older, usually our eyes change very little from year to year.
When someone asks me why I carry such large bags? Two pairs of glasses in protective cases fill half the interior space before I add the small camera, notebook, cell phone, pens, checkbook, wallet, business cards, emergency medications, maybe a protein bar and a small bottle of something wet. And a Kindle or a book. So guess what? That’s a lot of stuff and it’s heavy.
I always wonder about women who can use a wristlet and apparently don’t need a real bag. Where do they put all their stuff? They’ve gotta have some stuff, right?
And men. How big ARE those pockets? Don’t they have any stuff?
Daily Post: Vision
I was right on top of this one today. This was day number one of sandal season. I dusted off my favorite Clark’s sandals. My feet have been so happy, they’re singing.
I am one platitude over my limit. I understand why people say this stuff. In most cases (but not all), I have to assume they mean well and lacking anything original to say, fall back on stuff they’ve heard. Or maybe not.
I sincerely hope no one really believes this stuff. You don’t, do you?
- “God never gives you more than you can bear.” Life (or God, if you like) gives us plenty of things we can’t bear. Heart attacks, cancer, unemployment, foreclosure, divorce, sick kids, and lots more. If that’s not enough, you can absolutely count on death. If this is the best you can do in the way of comfort? Say nothing. Please.
- “Age is just a number.” No. It isn’t. Age is painful and real. You don’t get old because your head is in the wrong place. This suggests if you tried harder, you would remain young. How does that work? If you really have an answer, I’m pretty sure you can sell it for a lot of money.
- “Everything happens for a reason.” In books, everything happens for a reason. On television, everything happens for a reason. In life? Events are random and often completely meaningless.
- “Things always work out for the best.” Tell that to the person getting fired, evicted, dying, mourning. Don’t stand too close when you say it. It could be dangerous to your health.
- “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” What doesn’t kill you, doesn’t kill you. You get to live a while longer. Maybe it will make you stronger, but maybe not. It’s not something you can really count on, you know?
- “It’s just mind over matter.” I don’t think so. Try that with cancer. Or congestive heart failure. Get back to me on that.
- “For every cloud, there’s a silver lining.” Clouds are clouds. Not lined with silver. The good news? Clouds are okay. Rain is okay. You won’t melt if you get wet.
- Where there’s smoke, there’s fire. This is an age-old justification for accusing someone based on rumor, hearsay, malice, and innuendo. It really means: “I haven’t a shred of evidence, but I’ve heard stuff about you-know-who. He must be guilty of something, right? Because, y’know, where there’s smoke, there’s fire.”
If any of these platitudes spring to your tongue and you open your mouth to say them?
Don’t. Please. Don’t.