Did you know that if you look at the people on the sidewalk, you can totally make out their faces, and what their t-shirt says?
Did you know that this whole wide world is completely beautiful, detailed and in absolutely astounding HIGH DEFINITION?!
Oh...you already knew that. I guess I knew too, but I had forgotten. See, apparently it's been a while since slowly but surely, my vision became blurry. I didn't notice it; or perhaps I didn't admit it.
Yesterday, Victor and I had an eye exam. Daddy had noticed there was something not quite right. First, Victor began complaining to him on Sabbaths, that he couldn't see the text on his PowerPoint presentations. I couldn't either, but I was sure it was because I was tired. My head hurt.
Then, while skiing a couple of days ago, Daddy noticed that I kept exclaiming,
"I can't see anything! Oh my goodness, this fog is just so so thick! I can't even see the signs!"(I'm not even going to go into how dangerous it is to ski while being nearsighted, not knowing it, not being familiar with the ski runs, and on a foggy day. I'm also not going to go into how funny it would not have been if I had skied straight down a black diamond run all the while pondering why the "easy out" run was so incredibly populated by trees. Trust me .. with me, all these things are possible.)
Back to the Optometrist's.
I sit on the chair, stare into that little machine thingy, and view the letters on the board. I wait for him to put them into focus. He doesn't. Instead he asks me what I can see. What does he mean "What can you see?" Nothing! You have to focus it first!
By this point my stomach does a little flop.
"Read me the top line, please."
"Uh. Um. Uh. ... F. No wait, B." *squints* "That's an E isn't it? Then a Z... R?... O."
"Mhmm.."He flips something or other and... Oh Good Heavens! When was the last time something had been so clear, crisp, sharp!?
"Read the top line again, please."
"P, S, E, Q, and the second line is, J, L, R, Z."
The same thing happens with the other eye and then he continues flipping one thing and another and asking which one is best and I'm wiggling in my seat thinking, "That was beautiful! Can I see like that again? Pleaaaase?!"
Victor and I both got out of there with goofy smiles. The world is so clear! So full of intricate details! So colorful, crisp, and beautiful!
Now I must apologize to my camera with whom I had recently been very disappointed in. I could never get her to focus! All the pictures seemed to have lost their sharpness and were always blurry. (Because obviously, the "thing wrong" is never with me.) Poor camera, I've apologized now.