At first I thought it was just that Arabic script was so tiny. Then it seemed like my eyes were taking extra long to “unfuzzy themselves” when I woke up in the morning. Soon I found that when the kids would shove school papers in my face that I would have to move them away before my eyes could focus properly on them. But when I was playing around with the reading glasses display at the drugstore and found that they actually made things sharper for the first time ever, I realized that my eyes turn 40 this year and they are showing their age.
So I get to join the ranks of the old ladies with reading glasses. I didn’t realize that some people can actually see every individual thread that makes up a piece of yarn — even at night. In low light. It’s rather nice.
After all these years, Josh and I have reversed roles. He used to be half blind (pre-PRK surgery) without his glasses and I would joke with him that he couldn’t tell how many fingers I was holding up. Now he still sees perfectly, and I’m the one stumbling around in the dark.
She thinks they are nifty.
And hilarious.
I am thankful for my new eyeballs. It’s just one more way that I’m becoming exactly like my mom.
(It’s a good thing.)