I’ve never been one bothered by age much. When I was 25 I was a little depressed because hearing I’m a quarter century old was a bit disheartening. I got over that and haven’t been bothered by any birthday since. Yesterday, however, that all changed. The change is worse than crows feet, stiffer joints, birthdays or or finding grey hairs in regions I dare not mention. Yesterday my eye doctor told me I need bifocals.
I can’t wear bifocals. My dad wore bifocals! To make matters worse, because the government is having to pick up most of the bill, I can only get the bifocals that have the big line across the middle. Sigh. Sigh again. Because of the government assistance, I was concerned that the choices I got in frames would be very limited and ugly. The choices were limited, but I got a pair that I think looks nice and not older at all and then I think about that damn line across the middle again. Another big sigh. I’ll be sweating it out thinking about what they’ll look like until they come in about 30 days from now.
My diet last night went pretty well. I had Jambalaya with greasy sausage followed by a delicious pint of Ben & Jerry’s. No lectures now. It was a pint of the Ben & Jerry’s yogurt brand ice cream. Certainly there can’t be any calories in that.
There’s one good thing that’s coming out of all this. I’m pissed off about the bifocals, I’m frustrated over how poorly my diet is going. Yet, despite it all I’m down but not depressed. I actually think I’m feeling more the blues like most people get. Interesting to have balance. It feels good.