Saturday, July 2, 2016
I Can See Clearly Now
Dave and I went yesterday to have our eyes checked. We've been meaning to go for months; we kept talking about it and talking about it, and finally Dave made an appointment. We both knew we needed reading glasses. We weren't sure about the rest of our sight overall.
I last went to an optician in 1999, when I lived in Sarasota, Fla. She sold me a stylish but completely unnecessary pair of glasses. They were a very mild prescription to clarify my distance vision, but I found that wearing them made my eyes ache. After a couple of months of off-and-on use, I put them in a drawer and never touched them again.
I did, however, save them through all my subsequent moves, because those frames -- little oblong lenses, light wire -- were expensive! And it's a good thing I did, because, yes, I need reading glasses (my regular vision is still 20-20) and the optician here said it would be no problem to use my pricey frames.
Consequently, the fee for my exam and new lenses came to about £100. Dave's fee was four times as much, because he needed frames, too.
I had a pretty good idea my eyes were OK overall, because with all my photography I'd never experienced blurriness or any indication of a problem. (At least, not while taking my pictures. When I try to look at them afterwards in the camera display, I have to hold it about as far away from my body as my arm will extend.)
In other news, our landlord has agreed to renew our lease. Yay! This is a huge relief. Dave kept saying she had no reason not to, but I envisioned a homeless nephew who needed a place to live, or a plan to renovate, or a scheme to sell our unit to the upstairs neighbors so they could occupy the whole house. Fortunately, none of that appears in the offing. We (and Olga) are safe to enjoy the garden for another year!
(Photos: Ducks near the West Heath, June 15.)