I really miss my 20-20 vision. The days when I could pick up a book and just start reading, when I could type a note without searching the house for my reading glasses, or when I could pull a frozen meal out of the refrigerator and read the directions.
I’m convinced that I would be ten times more productive if I didn’t need reading glasses. I’ve filled my house with cheap reading glasses that I buy in bulk. I try and leave them in every room in the house. But they disappear.
I often find a pile of glasses in a corner, mocking me. I suspect my husband stacks them there, thinking I’ve left them around the house by accident. The worst irony is I have only one pair that works for writing. I have a stigmatism and only the prescription glasses prevent a headache when I settle in for a long day of writing. Of course, that pair really loves to play hide and seek. Okay, it’s time to write again, so I’m off to find the prescription glasses… “Marco?”