Three months ago, I was really busy.
There weren’t enough hours in the day to do everything I wanted to do. I needed to reclaim time.
This has been a problem for at least twenty years. Working or retired, I fill my days. It’s a temperament thing or perhaps a character flaw. I’m not sure which.
Accompanying my “busyness flaw” is my “vanity flaw”. I would rather lose hours every week than LOOK OLDER or even look my age. I deluded myself into thinking I was the female Dorian Gray, the ageless guy who sold his soul so that a painted portrait would age and he would remain 30 forever. (He also led a libertine life but that doesn’t apply.)
Anyway my strategy was to find seven hours a week to pursue my interests. So I put a chain on my glasses.
That is all I did. I leashed my glasses to my body so I wouldn’t lose them and I haven’t regretted it for a moment.
The problem is I can’t read with my glasses even though I have bifocals. I can’t use my computer with my glasses and I can’t watch Netflix.
Every time I cook, write my blog or use my computer I take my glasses off and lose them.
And I spent an hour a day searching for the damn things.
I’ve found them on the floor, behind a bookcase and even in the refridgerator. One time I found the silly things on our old stone wall because I can’t weed with my glasses.
Practicality trumped vanity and I embraced the librarian look
Thank you to Sadje at LifeAfter50ForWomen blog. Her Topsey Turvey post got me thinking.
In case you are wondering (because I did), Glasses are always plural because they’re a pair of lenses. The plural of monocle is monocles.