27 december 2005 Archives

So I knew this was coming. I knew it because it's something that happens to both gay and straight people, typically when they hit their 40s.

Oh, you might think the cause would be fatigue or too much experience, but no. It's simply a function of age.

Get your minds out of the gutter (no wait, don't). Presbyopia is the culprit, chil'ren. I realized it about three weeks ago, when I'd get headaches—and if you've seen the size of my head, you'd know that's somethin'.

So as a temporary fix, I decided to get some $9.99 reading glasses at Walgreens. I called up Marie and asked her how I'd figure out the ones that were right for me. I ended up with +150s with no real confidence that I did the right thing: I only got the +150s because all the +125s were ugly.

Then, being out of practice with glasses, I lost 'em. So on Christmas Eve, I'm at the Walgreens trying on other lens strengths. I settled on the +200s: in for a penny, in for a pound, right?

Well, today I went to see the Eye Goddess, also known as Kathleen Kennedy to do the right thing.

So I'm going to wear glasses again. At least when I read—so far, so good with using my Mac(s). So the glasses have progressive lenses. That means bifocals, essentially, with a smooth transition between the reading part and the regular part. There is no prescription, per se, for the regular part, save to correct for very mild astigmatism, and the reading-glasses part is only +125.

But....bifocals.

Sssssrrriussssssly.

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