November 28th, 2014

Eyeglasses Purging: November 28th, 2014

There is a thing that happens when you read a lot.  Or get older.  Or have relatives with poor vision.  You get to wear glasses.  And as you grow up and then change, and sometimes even when you have babies, your eyesight changes even more.  Sadly, no one has yet fully explained to me why the darned things always change for the WORST.  And why can I allow my eyes to un-focus, but I can’t force them to extra-super-focus?  Why is it that if I’m sufficiently over-tired I can see double, but when I’m incredibly well-rested (full disclosure: this has not actually happened since I had children) why can’t I see in sharp-focus 2d or something?  All the eternal mysteries.

Another mystery, to me, is why the eyeglasses place always gives me back my old glasses.  And why do I accept them?  “Here you, go, here are the ones that hurt your head and made you nauseated!” “Gosh, thanks, I’ll just put those back in my purse so I can wear them again never.”

Seriously, a few years ago, poking around in my parent’s house, I found a pair of my eyeglasses from the 1980s (not the pretend it’s-so-old-it’s-new-again-80s look, but the ACTUAL 80s; a time of much ugliness and regret).  I suspect I’m going to dredge up at least 2 or 3 more pairs as the months roll by this year and next.

What does one do with old specs?  I am so glad you asked!  In fact, you can donate those gems!  Here in beautiful Canada-land (and probably all around the world since The Lions are an International bunch), you can donate them to any Lions Club and they will take hilarious selfies give them to people who need them.

In case you didn’t know, or if you’re like me and you fully intend to donate them but just put them “away” and forget.  For decades, apparently.

Day 28 Scorecard: 140 down, 1685 to go

UPDATE: Our nightstands and two dressers have left our house!  And we have welcomed some cold, hard cash in its place (plus the captain’s bed we bought).  Happiness for all!

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