I almost got into an accident on the way home from the optometrists today. Totally the fault of my new – and dreaded – bifocals.
SEE, I was driving along? And then I glanced down at the gauges? And they were, like, sharp and clear and easy to read?
And then I was so distracted by the Look At Road Signs, Look at Gas Gauge, Look at Road Signs Again, Look At Speedometer game that I almost drove off the road.
Bifocals: They are dangerous.
Now, don’t get me wrong: I’m still way getting used to them. I’m having to learn how to hold my head so that I’m peering through the right “half” of the lens for whatever-all it is that I’m doing.
Reading labels: Looking down.
Reading store shelf tags: Looking up.
But I have to admit, I did not expect them to be so…cool.
Nor did I fully understand just how…wide the variance was, between my long and short distance vision.
I knew that I constantly played the “glasses on, glasses off” game – off to look at your face, on to read your presentation, off to drive, on to shop. Except off again to see the BIG signs. But then on again to read the tags. Argh.
And while I was getting them tweaked around to more or less fit me, I was grousing that they were going to be worse than before. Worse, I tell you.
ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO LOVE THEM? You are crazy.
Then I started driving, poised to rip them off my face if they proved distracting.
But they were fine. Actually, it was very nice. I generally rely on my keen sense of direction rather than street signs , because, uh, I can’t see them all that well. With or without my glasses.
Now I could see them.
And then when I glanced down to check how fast I was going, it really was kind of startling. It was so sharply focused – where I’m used to just kind of knowing that around there is the 40 mph mark – that I really was driving a little distracted for a minute there.
Glance up, glance down, glance up, glance down…
Yet again, I am astonished by the cleverness of my species. Of all the things to figure out, you know? Not only mashing two different prescription strengths together in the first place, but to then figure out how to do it so that there isn’t even the barest hint of a line between ‘reading’ and ‘distance’ – that’s danged clever.
Y’all were right. They’re not bad. They’re actually really neat, and exactly what I needed.
Still don’t like that part, though. Because inside my own head, I am still maybe…oh…twenty-six. Maybe. Occasional downgrades to eleven, especially when I’m playing Toontown and some kid is mean to me, like, saying my hat is dumb or that I’m not using the right gags or something (What? I only play it to make sure it remains a suitable environment for the kids. Because I am a crazy-awesome and devoted mother that way.)
I have no choice when it comes to growing old. Unless I manage to get myself killed off earlier somehow [not high on my “to-do list,” thanks], it’s kind of inevitable for me. But growing up…that I can resist until the bitter end. And I intend to be one of those ultra-embarrassing-yet-oddly-cool grandmothers someday.
With a motorcycle.
And bifocals with big, purple frames, possibly with little bug wings coming off the sides of them. Because how awesome would THAT be?!
I know. I’ll go away now, and let you ponder the awesome of enormous purple-framed bifocals now with big old bug wings coming off the sides of them.
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