Oh, where oh where are my glasses?
Oh, where oh where are my glasses?
When one reaches their mid-forties, it is almost always a given that some degree of magnification will be required to enhance vision in older eyes. The very simple solution is to obtain an eye exam, a prescription from a competent optician, pick out your frames, have your lenses ground, and finally take your lovely new glasses home. Having done that would seem to completely solve the problem. Not always the case.
Herein lies the problem: Keeping track of those glasses, for me at least, is a relentless and constant endeavor. I have four pair: One by each of the two portable phones, one on my desk, and the final pair resides in my purse. One would think that my expert planning would provide the desired result. If only that were so.
As I begin the day, my glasses, newspaper and coffee are the order of business. All would seem to be in order until I go upstairs to work at my desk, forgetting those glasses are on my head. I take them off, place them on the desk and run downstairs to answer the phone where I have positioned another pair. I write down the message given me, go to the bedroom where the computer desk is, and place it there. After I do that, I throw those glasses on that desk. Two pair of glasses have now been moved from their rightful place. This seems to happen over and over during the course of the day, until all three pairs are piled up on the same surface like a pile of kindling. I have every intention of repositioning them to their posts before the day is over, but invariably, I find myself having to dig out my purse pair if I am on a different floor from the pile, or there is no pile to be found.
I had considered attaching one pair to a beaded chain like the ladies in the 5&10 stores of yore, but when I tried it, I would always lose one end or the other, or lean over and risk scratching a lens when colliding with another surface. What's even worse is when a pair falls between couch cushions or under a table. This seems to make them expert in the fine art of concealment and totally illusive to my discovering them until such time I am vacuuming or fluffing the couch. I wonder, will I ever get this annoyance under control, or am I destined to relapse every day in my quest for clear sight? Contacts are not an option for me due to highly sensitive and dry eyes. As you read this, each pair had been positioned in it's proper place, but the day is still young, so who knows what will happen by nightfall. Helpful suggestions are so welcome. There must be someone out there who has conquered this problem!