I’m in a fishbowl. At least that’s what my eyes are telling my brain.
Saturday I got my first pair of bifocals. Actually they’re ‘progressives’ – no lines to make me look 100 years old. That means when I’m lazily watching TV and not keeping my head at a certain angle to the screen I will suddenly realize that I’m squinting at the fuzzy image. And then sit up straight like a good boy.
I’m not sure I like them. I know it’s going to take a couple weeks to get use to them (they also bumped up my stigmatism perscription) and for now I look like I’m nodding “yes!” to zone in on the correct head angle to get the focus right.
Kids. Don’t get old.
6 thoughts on “Hey, Progressive Eyes!”
Not your eyes specifically dear – the eyes – from experience.
why thank you!
Not to horrify you but the reading part also magnifies the bags under your eyes!
I dont think I’ll have troubles with udders. If anything I hope I see more.
HEHEHE…to just add a funny story on bifocals. My father got them when he was 40. The first thing he did with them was to plow one of our fields (grew up on a dairy farm outside of Charlotte, NC). My mother and I kept noticing that he was swatting at something. He did this furiously for about a minute. He repeated it again about 90 seconds later and so on. I went out and asked him what was wrong and he said some big horse-fly kept pestering him and he swatted again. I did not see a horsefly…turns out it was the jets flying over the farm as we were in the flight path of Charlotte Douglas International Airport and they were taking off every 90 seconds. The bifocals distorted his peripheral vision and he thought the airplanes were big horse-flys. It was funny. Later that day he kept missing the udders on the cows while he was trying to hook-up the milking machines. The bifocals went into the trash and he got reading glasses and driving glasses…lol. Good luck with them.
good grief, you’re old.
you should get some of those bear mudflaps for your zimmer frame, methuselah.