Confession

So after we came back from Portland, Oregon a few years ago, I had trouble reading the atlas.  I was trying to figure out the route our plane took and what mountain ranges we flew over.  Lucky for me, I had something to help:  glasses.  But these were no ordinary glasses.  I had dug them out of the dirt at the post office some time before.  Hubby and I volunteer for a town group.  His big project was redoing the post office landscaping, if you recall.  When we pulled up the 40+ year old juniper bushes, I found reading glasses.  You know the type - Fosters Grant ones you get at the pharmacy.  Well, now I seemed to need them.  And I have been using them when reading at night...  For a few years. I have broken the frame twice, gluing it back together.  Sometimes one lens would fall out if I move the wrong way, but I am not a rambunctious reader, so no problem.

Well, at my fall physical, doctor says I should probably go for my first vision test since I am getting older.  He knows nothing of the post office glasses.  So I go for my test.  And I do indeed need glasses.  They are only for reading, and mostly at night.  I could not find proper, 50's style cat eye frames, so I got the closest I could to that style.  The guy at Costco - parents have an account there, not me - even used the word "cool" to describe how they looked.  Father told me I probably damaged my eyes with my stunt with the p.o. pair.  Oh well.  These are doing well, and I think I look pretty cool with them on.  It is odd having something on my face this much since I have decided to wear them when reading the computer too...

I also pulled my usual "You kids want to watch a Christmas video?  Here's your video" stunt with the Photo classes this year.  Some teachers play movies and such.  Not me.  Darkroom is set up so you better be developing and printing!  So I play the "Yule Log" video.  Yes, hubby found it on DVD.  You bet those kids worked this week.  Watching a crackling fire on the big screen can only entertain a teenager for so long.  Compared to that, developing film is a rip roaring good time.

And with that, Merry Christmas, Boldog Karacsonyt, Buon Natale, Joyeux Noel....  the languages of my family....