My near and distance vision has been declining over the past few years. There’s no way I pass cars anymore since judging speeds, especially at night, is difficult. Tiny words on tubes and bottles might as well be in another language, and buying a magnifying glass has been on my “to do” list for months.
It was time to take action. I made an appointment with my optometrist. That appointment was today. The eye doctor is a genial fellow who’s got a vast array of high tech equipment. His verdict? “Your eyes have changed significantly.” Still … don’t worry, be happy. It’s an age thing. Okay, I’m getting up there. I accept the emerging realities of my senior life.
I headed over to Costco, the home of super-sized quantities and very friendly optical employees. The woman who greeted me was the same person who found my red and purple and yellow frame two years ago. She remembered me and my glasses. I ordered the new and improved lenses, but there was one tiny detail: my dear frame had to go off to Toronto or somewhere for about ten days. Hmm. Well, what can you do?
The staff member asked if I had a backup pair. No. Guess I’m not much of a backup person. I’ll just wear my sunglasses.
I’m several hours into my shortterm visual life, and there are things to say:
1. It’s dark
How strange. Everything I look at is muted. My lovely red EasyBoy chair is less red. The sky out there feels like an eclipse has moved in. My world feels lifeless, listless, subdued, tiresome. There’s a shroud hanging over things, and I can’t seem to remove it.
If it’s not number 1, then it’s …
“Just take off the sunglasses, Bruce, and the light will come back.” That’s true. But I can’t see the words on the white feather that’s in the soil across from me: “Dream on.” I can barely make out the birdies who are perching on my feeder. And writing this blog post is “by guess and by golly” until I move my eyes to a point six inches from the screen.
Physically is one thing
What must it be like in the heart
of someone who’s spiritually dark or blurry?
Where anger, fear and depression colour the day
Or where all is muddled, disorienting and not worth the effort
May the light and clarity return to us all