Life's too short to eat bad food - Me

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic - Arthur C. Clarke

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Through the Looking Glass

I am not kvetching.

I am 53 years old.  I take medication to treat hypertension and high cholesterol. I am not overweight, but I have a beer gut. I have arthritis in my hands. I have hyperopia - farsightedness.

If I were 30 years older, 4 inches taller, and 50 pounds heavier I would be my father. In fact, other than the male pattern baldness, I inherited everything I am from him. He is also the Optometrist who prescribed my first pair of reading glasses in 1980.

They were +1.00 then, and they still are in use by my wife. As for me, I am up to +2.50. At some point, as my vision deteriorated, my Dad (who at 83 is still doing the Optometrist gig full time) told me to skip him and just get them at a dollar store.  My Culinary Comrade Fred said the same thing. It's a good thing - I go through glasses at a rapid pace. The temples pop off when I take them off - I have pairs with the temple glued in place like a permanent erection. I had one pair that just perched on my nose like Dorothy Malone in The Big Sleep.

The gift of 8 pairs (including two tinted pairs for reading outdoors) is worth noting.  I don't only need the for reading, I need them to eat (I like to see what I am eating) and I need them to cook (I really like the tips of my fingers).  I have both stir and deep-fried them.  I have had them fall off my face and stepped on them. Now I have a bunch more at various places around the house for any necessity.

I still won't find them when I need them :)

Thanks Georg and Ted!


Kevin said...

I got my first pair of reading glasses 2 years ago at age 56.

Scotty said...

Kevin, have you gotten to the point where you cannot sign a credit card slip without them? ;-)

Anonymous said...

Yuck I am right there with you Scotty! I can't find the combination of contacts, reading specs or bifocals, to satisfy my blurred 50 year old vision! My contacts have a timer on them to self destruct. Can't see my food damn it!

Warner said...

My glasses are either on my bedside table or my nose, where they have been since I was 12 and should have been at age 6.

My mother, who was an ophthalmologist's RN subscribed to the theory that I would grow out of it. This was finally debunked in the late 50s and I got glasses. I can read without them however.

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
- Arthur C. Clarke

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