A Life Out of Focus
Lessons on Losing Your Glasses
Really? 64 years of wearing glasses and I lose them? The neon sign over my head is screaming “LOSER!”
How do I find them? Let me count the ways….
Thursday starts like any other day: get up, get dressed, clean my glasses of constant fingerprints, and collect what I need for a writing session in the library after my chiropractic appointment.
After a good adjustment and heat on the sore spots, I collect my hiking pole, hat, jacket, and purse and head on out…only to find I didn’t have my glasses. So I head back to the small office, figuring I left them on the chair — which wouldn’t be the first time I had done that.
A teensy weensy problem — the glasses were nowhere in the chiropractic office. We searched all over.
Now, I have NEVER forgotten my glasses completely. Usually, the first clue they’re not on my head is I hit a corner because I can’t see anything…but my glasses are not on the chair.
Instead of going to the library for a quiet (and different) space to write, I get on the bus and head home, ¾ mile walk included. I’m too rattled to sit and write, especially nearly blind. I have to find them…they must be in the apartment. Mild panic sets in. I’m operating in Fuzzy-land.
