Progressive Lenses

Progressive lenses. The “new” bi focal.

Call them what you wish, they are bi focals. I have talked for a long time now that I need new glasses. I know this. I can see but when it comes to “detail work”, as my mother used to say, things are fuzzy around the edges.

It first concerned me when I had trouble reading from the pew Bible at church. Normally, my own manuscripts are a little larger font anyway. But I could do with the pew Bible…but a few months ago it got irritating and it has now gotten down right difficult. And then there is the looking at people thing. I can see them but even faces are a little fuzzy around the edges. And when you start messing with my peeps then we got issues. I need and want to see the beautiful faces of my friends. Their smiles and eyes and whatnot.

So, I went to the eye doctor. We did the “one or two” thing a good bit and then he did a double vision test…only the lines of un-seeable letters were horizontally placed upon each other. And then I knew.

Is this the bi focal test? I asked
Not yet. We are getting to that.
Goodie.

We did and I will have a brand new set of bi focals in a week or so. One good thing is I got kid frames. That is helpful and I hope they don’t mush against my face. I don’t think they will but I did pick them out by myself … a dangerous idea.

So the big deal about bi focals? It is a milestone of sorts. I will get over it. My friend Amy told me that bi focals are the new braces. This from someone who has yet to wear glasses and is 45! Heidi has been in them for two years now. No one really cares and swears they will love me anyhow. And I have the text messages to prove it.

I am not a vain person. I have some gray but not enough to color. I am blessed with reasonably good colored hair so the gray doesn't show unless you look for it. I hate my contacts because it takes too long to put them in. And I don’t wear makeup unless I want to impress some one… so bi focals it is. Again, with kid frames.

I can still act 12. And will do so as I have for most of my adult life. I think I have my mom’s family genes….those for long hearty lives. I am healthy. I have a lot of things left to do.

And now I can see to do them. That always helps matters.

If I run into a wall or two just pick me up. The glasses lady told me it may take a bit to used to them.