No one told me that when you reach a certain age (for me it was 48) you will require readers...bifocals...specs...reading glasses...call them what you will. Not only will you require them, you will have multiple pairs. I can't see anything without them and have forgone my regular prescription glasses completely. I have three pairs, currently, and I need more. I started with the one pair and I thought it was cute how I could wear them down the end of my nose (which now triggers my sneeze reflex) and look over the top, like the literary figures I admire so much and strive to be. Well, let me tell you, it's not cute anymore. I look like Mrs. Beasley, plus, I have a living room pair, a bedside pair and a purse pair, all of which are covered in dog hair and finger smudges. I buy Zeiss Lens Wipes in bulk and still can't seem to manage a clean pair! Insert a relenting sigh here.
I can accept the fact that as one ages, the body slows down and behaves much like a classic car on a Sunday drive instead of a performance Maserati zipping in and out of traffic. At least mine has...shrugs. But, menopause only adds to fuel to the guzzling engine of middle age. Blurry vision and dry eye regularly occur in the absence of estrogen, along with a laundry list of other bodily insults to injury, and yes, I am aware that things could always be worse. God still sees fit to wake me up each morning, and for that I'm grateful. Onward....
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