Gratitude Monday – Spectacular Specs Edition

I got to thinking about gratitude the other day and how to take something I’m grateful for down to its core.

I am very thankful that I am able to write. I am thankful that I have some aptitude for it, that I enjoy it, and that the circumstances of my life are such that I can devote my time to it.

Then I took it further. I am grateful that I can see. Physical vision is not absolutely necessary for writing. It’s an asset and makes it way easier I think, but it can be done without seeing.

I am grateful for all my senses and especially vision. I was terribly nearsighted years ago and had astigmatism to boot. I had laser eye surgery in 2000 and it corrected what was then 20/800 sight.

I see fine without glasses. My doctor, who’d had the operation himself, recommended to his patients they get some cheap drugstore readers to ward off eyestrain. I did so, and I later got prescription reading glasses.

Every so often I have trouble focusing up close. It happens when sometimes when I’m chopping veggies and sometimes when I’m eating. I’ve put my reading glasses on when it happens.
I decided recently I needed a pair of dedicated eating glasses. I keep them handy in the kitchen and use them as needed.

And that brings me to my new avatar/profile picture as you can see on the left. I found these magnificent magnifiers in the local Co-op and fell in love with them.

How could I not?

I looked at several pairs of glasses. Some were average to boring, others hideous, some so clear and thin I had to look twice to know they were there.

That’s great if you wish to hide the fact that you need them. I don’t. It’s a function of age and the surgery. It’s normal and normal deserves to be celebrated. Why run when you can have fun?

I looked around, but nothing on the display cases anywhere else matched these spectacular specs. I knew they were meant for me.

I don’t need them very often, but they are there when I do, and I am grateful.

Me And My Typeaus

Faux French spelling aside--I did it on purpose--I routinely find typos and editing jewels in my blog posts.

I’m sorry.

I do the best I can. I can reasonably conclude from recent history that my best is woefully inadequate. For example, a recent post contained the gem “tipped his hat to me other . . ." While it does offer a lovely Irish-esque lilt, it makes no sense.

At least I do eventually find them. When I do I go in and make the correction. Can’t help myself. Even if no one will every see it again I feel the need to make it right.
It’s my writing. It’s got my name on it. If I am going to make wild allegations about the Web that I am a writer, then I should make the copy as clean as I can.
I’d like to find someone or something to blame but I can’t. It’s all me.

Oh, sure, I had laser eye surgery seven years ago and that’s certainly a . . .well it definitely plays a . . . no, I can’t blame my eyesight or the weather or lack of chocolate or an improper chew toy regimen. I simply think that everything is as it should be when I post.

Later I find out that I am once again wrong.

Sigh.

All I can do is my best and hope I catch every slip of the finger later on.
If I don’t, then any chance we can write it off as part of my charm?