We took a few weeks off from cheesemaking for the holidays,
so I’ve been reading a great deal (cookbooks for Christmas – so loving it).
After a few days, the pages became unfocused and blurry – so much so that I couldn’t continue
indulging in my passion.
It wasn’t because I was stroking out – though for a while
there I wasn’t completely certain that was the case.
I suspect that I may need reading glasses.
Fifteen years ago, I underwent laser eye surgery and it
worked spectacularly. No more glasses,
no more contact lenses, bionic vision in the right eye. Worth every penny spent.
But recently, the following has occurred:
1)
I used the wrong credit card for a transaction. Both our business and personal Visa’s are
gunmetal grey. That I was not surprised
when I discovered charges for Christmas gifts on the wrong statement was
disturbing on it’s own.
2)
I added sugar instead of salt to a soup. Both are contained in generic stainless containers
labeled in my own sketchy handwriting. As I attempted to adjust the seasoning
to complete the recipe, I wondered why the soup never seemed to get any
saltier. Then, I became concerned that I
was using so much “salt” that it was probably bad for my blood pressure to keep
taste testing. Threw it out. Re-labeled the containers.
3)
I charged the wrong amount to a wholesale client. But really QuickBooks people, the standard
font for invoices is too small in the first place, and if there’s a way to make
the forms on the screen larger and not just longer, I’d appreciate someone
sending along those instructions to boucherfarm@comcast.net. Thanks.
4)
I recently purchased an expensive new-fangled
phone, but can’t read the descriptions under the icons that make it do cool
stuff - beyond operating like a regular phone. I mean, the picture looks like a
phone, so it must be the phone button. I
could have gotten a no-frills device for free, if all I wanted to do was to make
calls and not have random people envy my bling.
Weeks after the first blurry sentences were reluctantly acknowledged, and now I can’t read the home phone’s digital directory. This made me resolve to finally do something
about this, because I’m too old to go back to memorizing all those phone
numbers.
Isn’t
holding an object with writing in 6-point type at arm’s length in order to read
it a superpower? I think so.
In
any event, I requested a pair of 1.5x reading glasses from Santa-Sis, and am
now sporting purple frames and able to peruse ingredient lists and allergen
alerts up close in the grocery store aisles once again.
I’m
not ready to get a full-on prescription, because if I give the reading a rest
for a few days, everything goes back to normal.
So,
I can still put this all down to fatigue and not advancing age, while rocking
it like a sassy librarian.
In
my mind.
Which
is the only place where it really counts.
