It took a week, but my glasses finally were ready today. I was going to explain how the optometrist told me last week that I was hyperpoptic, but it turns out I made up that word. At least as far as Google and Wikipedia are concerned. Guess I should have written it down at the time, eh?
I had gone in because I was having real trouble focusing on things across the room, usually at night. As it turns out, I am hyperwhatever, which means that my eyes work harder than normal to focus on things that are nearby. That makes them tired, which in turn makes it tough to focus on faraway things. I’m supposed to wear the glasses when I do closeup work (computer, clay, etc – i.e. all the time ) even though I see just fine up close. They’ll help keep my eyes from getting tired, and then I’ll be able to see distances better.
I don’t really care if I can see better. I’m just in it for the photo op
I think you can tell how busy I’ve been in any given week by the size of my flickr favorites image. I actually only had ten images, so I scanned the pcagoe pool to see if I could find two others to make the mosaic a nice shape. And of course I could. Lots of great stuff in that group.
Ok, this is going to be short and sweet. Both boys, particularly the little one have been interrupting me every thirty seconds since I sat down here and it’s just too hard to form a coherent sentence that way. Eamonn says “I like you better without glasses” and keeps trying to pull them off of my face. Reminds me of the one time my father shaved off his mustache. My sister, who was four at the time, cried her little heart out. Eamonn, who is also four, hasn’t cried, but that’s probably because I can just take the glasses off. Dad couldn’t put his mustache back for my sister. Not for several weeks anyway.
Happy Saturday! I’m off to clean the kitchen and make a Christmas mix CD. Not necessarily in that order…