The Minivan Philosopher: Musings on Life’s Journey including detours, tickets, speed bumps and oil changes every 3,000 miles.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Water-colored Lenses
Everytime I pick up a glass to take a drink, I clink it on my new glasses. And everytime it happens, I remember that it happened the last time. I haven't resorted to removing my glasses everytime I want to take a drink, yet. (Okay sometimes I lift them up off my nose.) Instead I just keep feeling like an idiot. Would there have been a training session for those "new to life with glasses", I would have signed up. Instead, they showed me how to clean them and sent me on my way. And in my innocence and ignorance I thought that was all I needed to know. But I am learning slowly and seeing things awash through my water-colored lenses.
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