
I visited the optometrist today to see how the new contacts she gave me (last Saturday) were working. They weren't. Or at least my eyes weren't cooperating. Distance is fine. Close up stuff--not so much. Which isn't really a big deal ... as long as I don't have to read or work on the computer or anything. Guess this means I'll have to sacrifice myself to a life of gardening, napping and leisurely walks. All sounds very Victorian, huh? (I'm feeling a case of the vapors coming on, just imagining it.)
Oh well, guess I'll just have to resign to the fact that I'm getting old and glasses are going to have to be a permanent part of my face. But, I'm just going to approach it with a little Past Perfect Style--with a hip twist, of course. Meanwhile, I did pickup my new black sunglasses (with little rhinestones on the sides.) Not so Victorian. More 60s-ish. A little Jackie-O; a little Audrey Hepburn. I feel like wrapping a silk scarf around my head and going for a spin in a convertible. Later.