Dear Santa, thank you for the dolls and pencils and the fish. It's Easter now, so I hope I didn't wake you but... honest, it is an emergency. There's a crack in my wall. Aunt Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack, but I know its not cause at night there's voices so... please please can you send someone to fix it? Or a policeman, or...
Back in a moment.
Thank you Santa.

Monday, July 26

Life

Crikey

Broke my glasses last night, which is always a nuisance.  I've only ever done it twice - once one of the lenses just popped out of the frame and hit the floor; this time I put them down a leetle too close to the edge of the counter in the bathroom.

So I went and got my eyes checked - yep, still two - very little change in the prescription except that I now need reading glasses as well as the regular ones.

The cost of the checkup was pretty reasonable, even with all the extra tests they run these days.  (And the fancy gadgets means they don't need to use those horrible eye drops any more, which is a blessing.)*

The frames were pretty reasonable too, after I convinced the lady that the $99 frames that I liked were better than the (admittedly somewhat sturdier) $299 frames that I hated.

The lenses, though...  Glerk.

I hope these see me through another eight years before I need to replace them.

* I love the widget where you look into the lens and it goes whirrr and a green blur resolves itself into a miniature farmhouse, entirely automagically.

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