Reading glassesI keep seeing them on my desk and thinking my husband has misplaced his reading glasses. But no. These are mine.
Each morning I get up and read a chapter in the Bible. Lately, I’ve been suffering from “morning eyes.” It’s like I can’t get my eyes to adjust properly. I rub them and focus and start over. I wondered if I should read my Bible later in the day when my eyes were “awake.”
Then, goofing around with my husband’s reading glasses one evening, I put them on and flipped open his Bible. Magic! It was like old times.
So. Not morning eyes. More like 40-something eyes. Sigh. I went to Rite Aid and put on a pair of 1.25 magnification glasses. Ah-ha. Sigh. I picked out my favorite of the five options on offer and paid actual money for a pair of reading glasses. Seriously, if we have to suffer the agony of aging, surely we should get paid for it rather than vice versa.
BUT. I can now read my Bible easily. The first time I tried it with my new glasses I thought they really didn’t make much difference. It was just that my eyes were awake for once. Then I took them off. Oh. Well then. Reading glasses it is.
I’ve been a voracious reader all my life. Family members used to fuss at me for reading in dim light. “You’ll ruin your eyes!” Well, they aren’t quite ruined, just “used” I’m thinking. And reading glasses are surely a small price to pay for all the wonderful words they’ve delivered to my imagination over the past forty-three years.
Maybe I’ll even get a cuter pair.