So many things mark our entry into older age that it hardly seems worthwhile talking about them.  Certainly I have detailed enough about the slowly changing body on these pages.  But I do want to say a few things about reading glasses.

Okay, so maybe reading glasses aren't such a big deal, but for years, I was the only member of my family of origin that needed no lense correction.  I was far and near-sighted free. My mother, father, and two sisters all needed glasses.  I was able to spot a billboard a mile away.  I could read read exit signs from an airplane.  I was super eyeball girl.   I was Miss, Ms, and Mrs. 20/15.  At least I had THAT going for me. 

And I still am 20/15 at a distance.  Up close, I'm doing that pull away come close thing.  I tried to read off a roster last week, one with almost all Korean sur-and first names, and I was back and forth, up and down, and I knew that the glasses I'd been forced to order the week before were inevitable.

So I sit before this computer today, trying to find the sweet spot in my progressive lenses.  There--no.  There--okay.  20/15 again.

But I'm not quite used to the idea.  In fact, this morning my editor asked for a synopsis, and I spent two hours writing the thing without my handy glasses.  It wasn't until I got blurry that I realized I needed to put on my glasses.  Whoops!

So I'm taking off the glasses, turning off the computer, and going outside, going out to where I am still 20/15 without correction!

Jessica