The moral of the story is: If you're going to get old and careless and senile, at least be lucky.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Found my contact lens
Found my missing contact lens. And it's a big
deal because I lost it 24 hours ago. And I'd only had it a week--a
replacement for one I had just lost before that. And these are so
damned expensive--over $100 per lens--because they are gas permeable and
bifocal, you don't want to be losing them every week. I knew I had
lost it near the stairs so I searched the extended area all around (a
blue contact on teal carpet?). Retraced
my steps to the garage, in the car, to the pantry, everywhere I'd been,
but no luck. I gave up and wore my old prescription lens today. Then
tonight, putting some things away in the bedroom, I thought to myself,
"Wouldn't it be funny if I just looked down and there it was?" So I
looked down. And there it was.
The moral of the story is: If you're going to get old and careless and senile, at least be lucky.
The moral of the story is: If you're going to get old and careless and senile, at least be lucky.
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No kidding... though I doubt the old and senile part. Fortunately I use "ready readers" purchased cheap at the big box stores. And lose them by the dozens.
I wish readers would do it for me. I have weird eyes. But I'm getting cataracts. And the good news about that is, when I finally have to have surgery, they'll be able to correct my vision with implanted lenses and I won't need contacts anymore. But the tell me I may sometimes need readers. *sigh*
That reminds me of my most frequent comment about golf. When I hit a good shot and am complimented on it. My response usually is: "I'd rather be lucky than good."
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