Yesterday I dropped my glasses on the floor.
Of course I was concerned whether or not they had been scratched or broken. Or if one of the lenses had popped out and exploded. And of course I immediately sobbed.
Because what I was most terrified was that I would not be able to pick the damn things up.
As it was it took almost twenty minutes to figure out a workable plan, gather the necessary implements, convince myself that I would not tumble off my gimpy leg, and capturing the specks without causing more damage. I forgot how many attempts. But it what LOTS.
When I finally put the glasses back on and they were all in one piece, thank heaven. But I wasn't happy and relieved. Nope. I immediately thought that I never should have chosen that hideous color and what a damn gyp it is that as a poor nearly blind woman I cannot afford to purchase a spare pair.
Yes, I usually see from the dark side. My glasses, the drinking kind of the wearing kind, are always half empty, filthy, and gouged to bits.
And I later had a terrifying dream about my grandmother and one of my aunts. There were way too many visible scars.
Of course I was concerned whether or not they had been scratched or broken. Or if one of the lenses had popped out and exploded. And of course I immediately sobbed.
Because what I was most terrified was that I would not be able to pick the damn things up.
As it was it took almost twenty minutes to figure out a workable plan, gather the necessary implements, convince myself that I would not tumble off my gimpy leg, and capturing the specks without causing more damage. I forgot how many attempts. But it what LOTS.
When I finally put the glasses back on and they were all in one piece, thank heaven. But I wasn't happy and relieved. Nope. I immediately thought that I never should have chosen that hideous color and what a damn gyp it is that as a poor nearly blind woman I cannot afford to purchase a spare pair.
Yes, I usually see from the dark side. My glasses, the drinking kind of the wearing kind, are always half empty, filthy, and gouged to bits.
And I later had a terrifying dream about my grandmother and one of my aunts. There were way too many visible scars.
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