"I've been expecting you to call," said my Optometrist, earlier this year, as she peered closely at my records.
"You are a '68/'69 baby, right?"
"Well, then, I've been expecting you. You are either one of the ladies who can't thread a needle anymore or someone who loves to read but can't because you can't read the print as easily as you used to. Which one is it?"
No, it seems I can't! In fact, it seems I need reading glasses. I mean, wasn't it bad enough realising that I am no longer in my 'early forties'? Obviously not! But wait. There's more. Bifocals. Excuse me???
No. Not yet. Reading glasses will do for now. I'll get bifocals/multifocals when I really need them.
And this week, not three months since this initial exchange with my Optometrist, I do.
But it's not all bad. Maybe having reading glasses and being able to see close up is the reason why I have been knitting again, sewing again, painting again.
"Life begins at forty"? Not for our eyes, it doesn't!
And for those who like to see things.......a sneaky peek** at my new sewing project.....
Looking*** forward to my new glasses,
* Optometrist's pun, not mine!
** My pun, this time. Sorry.
*** Sorry, again. I couldn't help myself!