Yesterday I went to my optician’s. I’ve been getting notices telling me it’s time to have my eyes tested, and I know very well it’s just a ploy to tempt me into buying new glasses, but I like mine. So I just booked an eye test, and while I was there I asked one of the assistants there if she could look at my specs, maybe straighten them out, since they sometimes sit funny and make me feel cross-eyed.
The assistant went away, fiddled with them for a bit, then came back and handed them to me. She’d tweaked the frames but also replaced the hard plastic nose-rests with silicone ones. Ahhh! So much more comfortable, and now they don’t slip down my nose. (I’d got into the habit of constantly giving the world the finger as I made that geeky gesture to push them back up). Thank you, Glasses Lady!
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In other news, I’ve got a Big Birthday this month — I’m turning 40 — and I also want to properly launch my new novel, Finitude. So stay tuned for details about both events
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