I can see clearly now, or can I?

I can see clearly now, or can I?

For years I’ve been laughing at my husband. At restaurants he fumbles with smudged reading glasses trying to decipher what to order for dinner. At the beach, the readers are covered with sunglasses so he can actually read a novel without squinting.

I find the whole ensemble to be hilarious. Truly funny.

Or, I did. Until today.

Today, I was at the bank filling out a deposit slip and found myself unable to focus on the tiny words on the paper. Unconsciously, I pulled my head back and, lo and behold, it was in focus.

And then it hit me. Maybe I need those glasses too.

Really? I’m FAR too young for readers (stop laughing). I can’t possibly need them already.

In truth, I’ve always looked at the wacky-colored, artsy-fartsy glasses on other women and thought, ‘what a nice-looking accessory. Maybe someday I’ll look so accomplished and adorable when I wear those’. (yes, I thought this). But now, faced with the giant fear that this may be sooner rather than later, I’m a little freaked.

I’m not thinking this is imminent, though. I mean, my friend Shelley has put off seeing much in focus for the last several years. After she hit the big 4-0, she ignored the fact that she just can’t see so well anymore and settles for “slightly hazy”.

I could probably stretch this thing out another year or two, right?

My dear friend Bean (it is her nickname) is significantly older than me (brace for the retort in the comments section – yes, Bean, you are MUCH better looking) and she refuses to wear glasses. They just aren’t stylish enough for her. Or is it that she’d have to admit that, well, she’s no longer a spring chicken? One kid in college. Another steps away and she isn’t dealing with reality, either.

So, that’s it then. No glasses, even if I need them (which I’m not saying I do). And if you think it’s a problem, write me a comment. I probably won’t be able to see it, anyway!