I am a sighty

I am back. Saw something I have never seen before. I was showering at Mayfair when I notice some dude putting on swim goggles before he got into the shower. In another life, I would just have mocked (he was an older dude). Today, I merely wonder whether the lenses in his goggles were prescription or if he were wearing contact lenses and used the goggles (assuming he went swimming first) to prevent the lenses from falling out or getting wet (is there a problem with getting your lenses wet?).

I know that I take my sight, or what is left of it, for granted. I do not know what it is like to not be able to see in the shower, or immediately upon waking. I have never experienced washing my hair with conditioner (the Wife has). Though, I am finding fine print difficult to read and somehow my arms will soon no longer be long enough to read small print. I may have to get those "granny" magnifying reader glasses, like my uncle. Then I could put a string around them, hang them from around my neck and look like an old lady playing canasta.

I just take it for granted that I will be able to see what I am doing. I have watched those around me have to use corrective lenses. There were those whom I met as wearer of glasses or users of contact lenses and those who needed these things after I had met them. Now, in my family, I am the sole "sighty". The Wife, the Lad, my mother, brother and sister all use corrective lenses of some sort. I am the last of a dying breed. A "Sighty". At least I am not a cyclops.

I figure finding glasses for a cyclops is not easy. Then again, serving a cyclops must not be easy given their penchant for eating people. There you have it, I am thankful for never having to serve a cyclops while working retail. Thank goodness for small miracles. Ciao!