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!

4 comments:

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!
Lavinia

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

Life's too short to eat bad food -
Me