That Time Has Finally Come

I've started collecting drug store reading glasses. I have them by my bed and in my knitting bag and in my purse. I got away with it for 3 years. Everyone told me that, like clockwork, the day after my fortieth, I'd need glasses, but I cheated fate. HAhahahahahah! Fate, however, has caught up to me after slowly sneaking up on me for a long time. The weird thing is that I'm not having to move things farther away to read in the iconic style of over-fortyish types, I can actually see close things just fine. Apparently however, I'm straining to do that because I can't transition from close work and reading to seeing far away things. Several friends have stated ominously and with little sympathy, "Yep, that's how it starts." (I'm still going to go get a check-up because I haven't had one in years.) So, I'm trying to be religious about using the weakest reading glasses whenever I knit and read so my eyes aren't too tired to look up and see things far away. If you need some entertainment, try to be nearby when I do because whenever I use the glasses, I feel like I've completely lost control of my face as I move my head up and down to change from close to far away. People often ask if I'm all right and I have to explain that I'm not having a seizure, nor am I frightened; I'm a new user of the spectacles and am still learning the rhythm.

Ironically, I always wanted glasses as a kid. You know how it goes-it was just one of those goofy things that I thought would help me stand out from the crowd. So much for that. Now I will proudly stand shoulder to shoulder with a large and noble crowd of middle-aged peers and, um, peer out at the world with my new and rapidly changing eyes. Fun Times. At least they make some really interesting and whimsical reading glasses. I can have fun with that.