God, grant me the Senility
To forget the people
I never liked anyway,
The good fortune
To run into the ones I do,
And the eyesight
To tell the difference.

My eyesight keeps getting worse and worse and I see no point in spending 400 dollars every 2 years for new ones. I now buy reading glasses at the drugstore and unless I get glaucoma or something worse I will continue to do so because I simply can’t afford prescription glasses any more. I only wear them when I’m working anyhow.

When Bill and I go out I never wear my glasses, I don’t need them to drive with, but I do on the scooter. I did notice when I ran an errand the other day that I can’t see face details unless they are standing 2 feet in front of me. Some man said hello to me and I said hi and he said, “You don’t know me do you?” So I started squinting, I can usually see a little more when I do that, but it doesn’t help with the wrinkles.

So of course I had to admit I couldn’t see so good anymore without my glasses and walked toward him. When he was 2 feet in front of me I then recognized him as the Steward at a club I had worked and we then had a nice little conversation. Normally when I’m out I like to think if I can’t see someone then they can’t see me so this man kind of intruded on my little pretend game.

I like everything to look fuzzy that way I don’t freak out when I look in the mirror and see all those tiny extra lines that seem to appear over night along with all those deep ones that are starting to look like ruts. When I put my reading glasses on and look in the mirror I almost pass out from fright, it’s a wonder Ethan doesn’t scream when I hold him.

I also can’t see all of the dust when I don’t wear my glasses, that way I don’t feel so guilty when I let the housework slide and if I keep the sunlight out that appears to help trick me into believing everything looks spotless. I should make all visitors leave their glasses and contacts at the door then I wouldn’t feel bad when I get those unexpected visits.