The Granny In Me

i just returned from the optometrist
again

i have visited that office
about 4 times in the past 2 months



trying to decide
what to do with my newly lengthened vision
(or perhaps
shorter arms?)

yes
that's right

i am now officially
in bifocal world

and not a bit happy about it

apparently
the decision on how to proceed
is filled with options

straight bifocals?
progressive lenses?
contacts?
readers?
plain old glasses?

and
oh that my vision insurance
would be kind enough
to cover any and all contingencies

but no

i have to choose
it would seem

so i did

and i am now blinking
eye rolling
and furiously adding drops to gritty eyes
as i try to get re-used to these flimsy discs
inserted under my eyelids

and pulling out
my new granny specs
every time i open a book
or fiddle with my phone

and on this first evening
Chad came home to find me
sitting at the kitchen table
wrapped in a shabby old cardigan
with a tissue tucked up my sleeve
and those granny specs
slipped to the end of my nose
whilst i read my library book

maybe 41
is the new

61

sigh.




{alison}