Hey, is this thing on? I realize that blogging is meant to give everyone a picture of the blogger's ongoing life, but to be frank, I haven't really had one of those in awhile. Between exams reading, doing minor administrative work for a department working group, working up a course proposal for Fall '08, and complaining about much of the above I haven't gotten so much done.

Of course, life sometimes forces you to take a break. By breaking something. This Thursday, it was my seven-year-old glasses, which fell from the nightstand for the umpteenth time. Except this round, when I leaned over to pick 'em up, I shifted the bed. The caster went right over the glasses, mangling the old wire frames and shattering the lenses.

Now, for those who don't know, my vision is...questionable without glasses. I can't read anything that isn't an inch from my face, and other people appear as vaguely humanoid talking blobs. So driving and reading were done for the day. Luckily for me, I had a two o'clock meeting on another university's campus that afternoon and no backup glasses....

No, wait, luckily for me, I made it to and through that meeting -- God bless Duke University's bus service -- and ran into a friend who was wonderful enough to give up her afternoon to drive me out to a LensCrafter's and get brand new glasses. And since my last eye exam was sven years ago, I tookt he opportunity to have that taken care of as well.

Believe me when I say it was long overdue. It's taken a day and a half to get used to the new glasses, mainly because everything seems to weirdly close up and detailed now. It's as if I'd been looking at the world through gauze for the last several years.

Considering all of it, it made for a pretty good calamity.


Two Replies to Cardinal Sins of the Blogosphere

Scott Hardie | December 2, 2006
Did you happen to buy a second pair while you were in LensCrafters to use as a backup when this pair someday breaks? Sounds like you probably won't need it; just curious.

Amy Austin | December 20, 2006
...mangling the old wire frames and shattering the lenses.

HAHAHAHHAHHAHHA!!!

(Sorry... that response was to "the Scary Door", not the mangling of your own specs. Though... if your eyeballs and hands and head all fell off, too -- well, I might just have to laugh at that as well. ;-D)


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