I realise that I haven’t ranted about my latest “it’s not fair” experience. Prepare for Rant Mode.

Now that I’ve started wearing my glasses 95% of the time, I’ve discovered that one pair is not enough. Why? Because if I take them off at night they get left on the bedside table when I toddle off to work the next morning, or by the computer, or — once — beside the computer at work.

So! Responsible Autumn locates her last set of frames and resolves to have up-to-date lenses made for them. She shops around.

My prescription isn’t that high, and I don’t need progressive lenses or bifocals or anything fancy. All I need is basic lenses with anti-glare so my computer screen doesn’t slay my vision.

I’m still going to have to pay between $160 and $210 for a new set of lenses.

Slowly it penetrated into my stunned brain and I remembered why I usually buy new frames as well. It’s not that much more expensive.

I ranted at my husband for a while, and then decided that I’d look into contact lenses. If I have to be wearing the things most of the time anyway, I might as well. I’ll need an optometrist appointment, but they might end up being cheaper. And I certainly won’t leave them in odd places. Then my current glasses become my back-up vision enhancers.

It’s worth a try. It might be hopeless, but at least I’ll know.

I think the most frustrating aspect of the situation is that I’m trying to be responsible by having a second pair with me. It’s akin to replacing socks with holes, or buying new underwear: it shouldn’t be this expensive.

So when I found this quiz on Roo’s blog this morning I took it, and now I feel much better, because it’s really me.

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I’m off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don’t understand.

How Old is Your Inner Child?
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