Haiku Thursday
Things you never knew you needed: Cocottes


I left one thing out of my post about how I'm feeling my age lately. Actually, I left it out because it hadn't yet happened, but the appointment was scheduled and I knew it was coming:

I got new glasses. But not just any glasses. These are progressive bifocals.


A long, long time ago, when I was not even old enough to drink, I was studying in the college library, when I noticed something new: the clock on the wall was... blurry. I could see the time if I waited a moment for my eyes to adjust, and then squinted, hard, but that's when I knew it was time for glasses.

I wore contacts for a number of years, but decided they weren't worth the fuss when, shortly after I turned 40, I started having to use magnifiers to read. The double-correction seemed stupid to me, so I stopped wearing the contacts.

I've spent the past few years bragging about how I don't need "cheaters" to read - but I wear my glasses to see distance, and for driving. But recently I found that I had to take them off to, say, read my cell phone, then put them back on to see distance. My eyes were changing, right on schedule.

The real dilemma that drove me to the next step was this: I noticed that whenever I sing in a choral group, if I take my glasses off, I can see the music, but not the conductor's face. (Which is kind of important.) Glasses on, I can see the conductor but not really the music, unless I tried to look out over or under the glasses. (Which is kind of awkward.) 

So I took the next step. I went to the eye doctor, and told him I thought I needed bifocals, and wanted the progressive kind. The eye exam confirmed my suspicion, and the next thing you know I'm out in the store, choosing frames, then trying to understand how each lens costs hundreds of dollars. But that that point? In for a dime, in for a dollar.

I've had them for a week, and I have to say that I don't know why I waited so long to get them. I can't believe how much better I see! I got used to them quickly (I'd heard stairs could be dicey at first). And I was thinking to myself how nice it is to have a distance prescription on the top of the lens, and nothing below. But then I looked at my written Rx, and guess what? He adjusted the bottom, too, which means I have "reading glasses" built in. I guess my eyes weren't as good as I thought after all.

Forty-nine, y'all. It's not for the faint of heart.