I See You in Postcards 4

1963. Cat eye glasses. I wore these when I joined the Army.

1980? Great big, heavy, real glass glasses that were very fashionable yet broke falling off my nose several times.

The carpet cleaners came just as I was heading out for the Ophthalmologist’s office. I missed the whole show as one young man struggled to get the last folk’s soap out of our carpet.

Instead of just checking the pressure in my eyes, I got everything done but dilated. My right eye was noticeably worse, weepy and crusty. I was noticeably unhappy. After most of the new electronic tests, no cataract surgery for 6 months or more, and the usual testing for new glasses, I came home happy for the moment. The pressure is still within the normal range…barely.

My round glasses that I love are repaired, I’ve ordered a new pair. The new frames are a dark royal blue and a little larger than my last pair. The oculist told me that I was fun. “Next time,” she told me, “Buy white. Then you can be red, white, and blue.” I left laughing.

Hopefully, I will see you better when I get my new glasses.

2011. My favorite pair, and I am still wearing them.

• Himself: Opened all the doors and windows then turned the fans on.
• Herself: He was grateful that I got a Saturday Morning appointment in four months for the long appointment.
• Reading: Still working on the book about White House wives.
• Gratitudes: That I am still allowed to drive a few places tho I was questioned about this.

Last updated May 12, 2016