I suppose I have reached that magic age where little things get blurry and your arms get too short. Words that used to be crystal clear are now fuzzy. I used to have amazing eyesight, I could see anything and with clarity. Now the writing on a bottle of Ibuprofen looks like so much dark blur. Menus in low lit restaurants where people go who are old enough to appreciate and afford it are beyond my range. I now know why women say, 'Oh, just order for me', or 'I'll have what she is having'. I have discovered that at some stores there are little magnifying cards hanging near the shelves by bottles of remedies. I have availed myself of them after realizing I had better not chance poisoning.
Whole Foods, non the less. They are black, cat eye glasses with little white polka dots on a green background inside. "They look great on you mom". My 15 year old son said, "They're cute." So on the advice of my youngest son I made the purchase. To ease the sting I crocheted my latest life stage augment a little case in Liberty wool (a new favorite) by Classic Elite, with a matching 'eye'-cord strap. I don't feel much better about the glasses, but being able to add knitting sugar made it go down easier.
Not so bitter.