As hard as it is for any of us to comprehend, I have middle-aged children, and it has turned out to be quite handy.
Ever since I had cataract surgery, I’ve been able to set aside the glasses I have worn since I was nine years old. I can navigate the highways and byways just fine without them — driving and walking around and even watching TV. But anything close-up, like reading, using the computer or cutting my fingernails is hopeless.
I still have a pair of prescription bifocals that I use when I am doing something that requires close-up and distance at the same time, like cooking or working in the studio, but I have joined that legion of people with reading glasses stashed all over the place — next to all my favorite reading chairs, at the computer, beside the telephone and in the car.
However, when I run in to take something or pick up something or just to say hello to my family members, I often forget to take glasses in with me, and I invariably need to look at a picture or read something while I’m there. Viola! I can borrow a pair of the reading glasses my “babies” also have stashed everywhere these days.
It works both ways. They can borrow glasses at my house, too. But the other day when my son needed to take a closer look at something and I reached for the closest ones at hand, I realized that I need to dig around and find an old pair that my husband wore before he got his full-time glasses. My favorite hot pink readers are definitely not the best look for my son.
—Jean McCamy is a Wake Forest artist.
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