Try Not to Blink

Sitting on the green shag carpet, I would watch my father go back and forth from the makeshift dark room to the sink.  When I peaked inside the room, I saw magic liquid in small plastic bins.  I knew the liquid was magic because it came from special, shiny silver containers.  All I saw was water, but dad knew how to harness the magic to make paper turn into pictures.

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Fuzzy Vision

I am bracing myself for the dreaded “bifocal moment”.  In college I was given a pair of reading glasses that I used maybe 5 times.  After almost falling out of a chair when I looked up at a roommate, they were chucked in a drawer.

Someone was telling me about how great lasik surgery had been for her.  I asked her if she could read a blurry note posted across the room.  She was more accurate than I, but could not decipher it completely.  I remarked, maybe I should have lasik.  A gentleman 3 feet behind us seemed just a little to happy to add, “Maybe you should, I can read it fine.”  Apparently, I have backed my way into the dreaded 40 year old bifocal curse a couple of years early.  I will procrastinate the appointment of doom a couple of weeks under the excuse that my eyes have been really dry lately and that could unfairly sway the jury.

One way to have fun at your next eye exam: