Eyes

A few of the trick-or-treaters tonight have had costumes with black fabric completely across their faces. It's weird to not see their faces. It reminds me how much we value our eyes around here.

Both The Husband and I wear prescription glasses.  Nearsightedness has been an issue for both of us most of our lives. We have a teensy bit of envy for those with great vision.

As we've gotten older we've found we need multiple pairs of glasses around.  Regular progressive lenses for most situations.  But when The Husband is wearing his contacts he needs readers and has fifteen or twenty pairs scattered around the house.  Then there are the ones we wear just for computer work or playing the piano. Between the two of us we probably have 10 or so various sets of glasses that we use and change according to our current need.

These lovelies are The Husband's favorites and the ones I tease him the most about.  They are ancient.  But...he sees well out of them and loves the oversize lenses that allow for better peripheral vision without so much distortion.  

I call them his "Old Man Glasses" because they look so much like the ones our older friends have always worn in the past.  (Never mind that when he originally purchased them they were the latest style. And, no, he'll never be an "Old Man.")

I've tormented him so much with my teasing that whenever he is wearing them (and that is most of the time) and someone stops by or we have to run a quick errand, he's quick to whip them off and swap for the more modern looking ones.

We're dreading the day when they finally fall completely apart. He'll be bereft for only as long as it takes him to cobble together some manageable form of the original with duct tape, bailing wire and various screws, nuts and bolts.  (At that point I'll be kissing him very carefully!)