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I have gotten new glasses, very thick frames, which still don't quite seem to fit properly on my head. They have graduated lenses, which has me moving my head up and down quite a lot. I need to go back in and get them adjusted.

This would seem an easy task, just an annoyance really. But the glasses lady scares me a little bit. She seems to see the need for an adjustment as the wearer's personal shortcoming. She runs the front of the house, so to say. She is there, seemingly in perpetuity, but the the optometrist changes yearly. The last one seems to have left after an affair with the hairdresser down the sidewalk ended his marriage (I know this, because the person who cuts my hair at a different place told me). Before that, there was a woman. Preceding her was a humorless man, who had an assistant. No more assistants, though.

I remember when I got my first pair, in high school. What an amazing realization to see that the leaves on trees had a distinct outline and separate colors! My mother had resisted my getting them, partly because I think she saw anything glasses as a failure on a personal level and partly because finances were so tight. I think because of that, I still have that pair.

The green pair are magnifying ones, for getting out of tricky knitting mistakes. Sometimes I have to wear both pairs at once, especially if I am fixing something at the same time I'm talking to someone else or watching something on TV.