May 02 2011
Seeing Is Believing
Guess what? I have contact lenses!
When I graduated to bifocals, I stopped wearing contact lenses. I figured, why wear contacts when you have to have reading glasses anyway? And reading glasses tend to be glamor-impairing, not to mention destroying a girl’s carefully preserved illusion of youth*.
But technology has improved in the meantime, and there are now bifocal contact lenses. I was pleased to learn that my eyesight has not degenerated over the years and my glasses are still just fine. Also, I seem to have adjusted as easily to the bifocal contact lenses as I did to the bifocal glasses. On the other hand, I forgot the case and solution at the doctor’s office, so I couldn’t wear them to work the next day and had to store them in water in shot glasses. It takes a Suzy.
The eye doctor’s charming office is a short walk from the jobette, so I strolled there after work. In the waiting room, I struck up a conversation with a couple who remarked on my Andy Warhol handbag. It turned out that they are art collectors who also happen to do the official photography for the Flynn Creek Circus, and they were at the very same show I was. Small world – or at least small town.
The husband was there getting his 101 year old father’s glasses fixed. Dad apparently falls asleep with them on and then rolls over on them, so this visit was one in a series. Son says that his father was going out to play Bingo with friends that evening, still travels, and is sharp as a tack. Inspiring.
*I was flattered that the eye doctor thought I was about 35 and was visibly shocked at my real age.