Memory goes with eyesightPublished 12:06pm Thursday, March 3, 2011
One of these mornings I may actually remember to bring my glasses with me towork.height
One of the hardest things about getting new glasses is remembering to wear them.
It happened again today. I was an hour into my work day when I looked across the room at a whiteboard listing our reporter’s story assignments, and couldn’t read them.
I knew exactly where my glasses where — the same place they were Saturday when I drove out to my wife’s place of employment to have her sign some tax forms. Two weeks ago my glasses were left in that same spot on three mornings.
You guessed it. They were on the nightstand next to my bed — exactly where I leave them each night before counting sheep.
One of my problems with my glasses is that I really don’t have much of an issue seeing things close-up. This undoubtedly saves my toes, shins and hips from frequent collisions with the bed frame, the the corner of a partially open dresser drawer and the bedroom and bathroom doors when I get up in the middle of the night or in the morning because I can see those things. And because I can see those things, I forget to put on my glasses.
My morning routine includes reading three newspapers online and glancing through the Associated Press wire before heading into the office — and I can read those things, too.
That sometimes results in my heading out the door without my glasses on, and that’s something I don’t realize until I’m an hour into my work day.
I grew up with vision that was better than 20/20 and, frankly, I had eagle eyes. I could see everything whether it was up close or way far away. I was always good at reading highway signs, identifying friends in a crowd and even finding lost contact lenses for friends and relatives who may have lost one.
I never gently patted the nightstand while searching for a pair of glasses in the dark, nor had I ever crawled on the floor of an office building, palms outstretched while feeling gingerly for a lost contact lens.
But then people around me began to secretly celebrate when I started stretching my arm out to read newspaper articles, restaurant menus and business cards around the age of 40 or 45. My stetched my arms out more and people celebrated more. Right after my 47th birthday reality caught up with me as I found that age is apparently the great equalizer.
Thus began my life with glasses. And while I hated the idea of wearing them, once I saw what the rest of the world actually looked like, I wouldn’t have given them up for all the world.
I’d like to say that every daysince mid-January has started with me reaching onto my nightstand for the glasses I placed there the night before when I was finished reading on my iPad or watching television.
I fought against those extra two eyes, but now I couldn’t live without them and the clarity they provide.
I just need to make sure they’re in my hands after I awake each morning.
Jeff Hage is the managing editor of The Daily Journal. Reach him by email at firstname.lastname@example.org.