Where Are You?

Ok, this time I'm not looking for my girls. It's my reading glasses. Again.

I was always one of those people with 20/20 vision. No worry about contacts or glasses. When Mr. Doll couldn't see anything without his glasses in the morning, I thought, lucky me. But then, when I hit 40, I started having trouble at work. I was sitting in front of a computer all day, and I had headaches and had to struggle to focus. So I went to a the dr. and went away with glasses. I was told my eyes weren't working well together: could have been stress, could have been too much screen time. I could still read newspapers, books and email, without them though. Then, I turned 44. In about 6 months, my glasses went from helpful to necessary. I can't read anything without them. At restaurants, I need them to read the menu. At stores, I need them to read the price tags (today, I couldn't tell if something was $38, $88 or $318.....). At home I need them, well, everywhere.

So that leads me to: where are my stinkin' glasses? I can never find them, although I'm always perching them on my head or hanging them on the neck of my shirts. I have one prescription pair, 3 pairs I like, and another 3 or so, that will do the job in a pinch but which, aren't strong enough, don't feel right, or just are not attractive enough. At the moment I don't even know where the prescription pair is, although I know it will show up eventually. I seem to take them off and put them down randomly without even knowing that I've done it, so I can never find them. I have been working on a system, but so far, it's far from systematic.

Luckily, I did find a pair to write this post. Maybe I'll be able to find them again tomorrow morning when I want to read the paper. Although given what's in the news lately, maybe I'm better off not finding them. The good news is.....I don't need glasses to skate, and at Cucina los Cheapos (home of the post skate margarita), I don't need a menu!