Everything’s a blur without my glasses

Hard work without my glasses. Day 324/365.

There’s an episode of Modern Family where both Gloria’s eyesight, and Jay’s hearing is getting worse. FYI, incase you don’t watch the show, Jay and Gloria are married. He’s considerably older than his younger, very hot wife.

Both of them are in denial about their problems and in typical sit-com fashion when things finally get resolved, and Gloria’s wearing her glasses, she looks at Jay and realises that he does indeed look a lot older than she thought.

I too have to wear glasses for reading. In fact everything’s now a blur when I don’t wear them. However, when I looki in the bathroom mirror I think I’m doing all right for my age. Sure, there are some wrinkles and lines there but it’s not too bad. That is, until I put my glasses on and I can see everything in clear focus and realise there are quite a few more wrinkles and lines than I originally thought.

Pity I can’t keep my glasses on when I pluck my eyebrows. I can’t see what I’m supposed to be plucking when I don’t have my glasses on but can’t pluck with the glasses on. I’m sure I could employ some sort of magnifying glass but don’t know that I’m ready for that because of the other hair on my face that will show up if I stray from the eyebrow area. I had my glasses on the other day when I went to the loo at work and took a peek at myself after washing my hands. As soon as I got home that evening I madly plucked my eyebrows. Maybe I should start getting someone to do it for me? Hmmm, wonder if the lad would be up for it?

I’ve become a woman from a Grumpy Old Women episode where they discuss their diminishing eyesight. One woman says she has multiple glasses scattered around her home but can she find them when she needs them? No, of course not.

I have three pairs of glasses I use constantly. One pair in my bedroom, one pair near the computer and one pair in my handbag for work and to read the small labels on packets of food at the supermarket. I have a fourth pair just in case thanks to the buy two get one free thing some optometrists have.

I have to remember to take glasses out with me if I use a different handbag so I can read menus or whatever else requires it. One day I got to work and didn’t have any glasses with me. Luckily I was able to duck out to a chemist to buy some of those magnifying spectacles. They gave me a bit of a headache but at least I could read.

Big fonts are my friend. Small fonts are the bane of my life. I’ve mentioned the tiny print on many labels. Small website fonts are another annoyance. Luckily, many recent website updates have embraced larger font sizes. And I know I can increase the font size myself if I want – and I do that a lot. Ctrl+ for Windows or Cmd+ for a Mac are my keyboard go tos to increase font sizes.

Even looking at my jewellery – particularly earrings – I sometimes have to put my glasses on so I can see exactly what I’ve got.

I find that wearing my glasses when preparing food is pretty much a given now and I’m guessing that in the not too distant future I may have to embrace the bi-focals, although my long distance vision is still good.

I wonder if I’ll ever lose that frustration that I get when I try to read something without glasses and realise that no matter how far away from my eyes I put it, it will never be in focus?

What about you? Do you have to wear glasses for reading?

I had a dream

Little balls to orange flowers

Last night I had a dream that had two people in it I haven’t seen for a few years.

They both live overseas now which is one reason I haven’t seen them. The other reason for one of the people in the dream is that we had a falling out. Only I don’t know what the falling out was over.

We met nearly 20 years ago through an ex of mine and got on really well.

A few years later she moved to England to study and I met up with her in the year 2000 in London. It was indirectly through her that I met my son’s father. She’d met a guy at a party and my son’s father was his friend. It’s a pity we don’t talk any more because I would love for her to tell my son another perspective on the father he’s never met.

She got back to Australia two days before I did and moved into my house until she got herself settled back in. She was great in helping me get through the second month or so of my pregnancy by walking my dog for me and cooking some meals for me. I had no energy to do anything apart from go to work and at that stage I’d told nobody at work.

She was around for the first six months of JJ’s life and if I’d had a christening for him I’d earmarked her to be a godmother.

Then she moved overseas to work when the only contact was email and phone and that was semi-regular.

I think I know why she may have stopped contacting me. It was something I said to her that I think was a valid point but I really should have kept my trap shut.

Anyway, unless I ask her, I’ll never know for sure.

I do think about her sometimes and it was bizarre that she was in a dream last night as if nothing had happened.

 

Baseball. A win. Finally.

Adding some images here is all I’m good for at the moment. I’m going through some personal stuff right now and I find that when that’s happening it drains me of energy in other areas of my life except the essential ones.

The photos below are photos I took at JJ’s baseball game the other day. Little did I know when I shot them that this would be his team’s first winning game this season. We were all SO happy for them. He did a great job of pitching by the way. The opposition got no runs off his pitching and he did a great job considering he hasn’t touched a baseball since before Christmas.

I love the focus as he’s pitching.

The winning game

The winning game

The winning game

The winning game

The winning game

The winning game

The winning game

The winning game

The winning game

The winning game

Linking up with Trish for Wordless Wednesday.

My dreams. What are they?

Sun going down

I’ve managed to stay away from this blog for the whole of this year thus far. That hasn’t been hard.

At the end of last year I was sick of reading 2013 recap posts so I purposely didn’t do one of my own. I’m not a Christmas fan so didn’t want to write about that either.

At the beginning of this year I was sick of reading welcome to 2014 posts so I didn’t do one of my own. It’s because I’m bolshy but that doesn’t help a girl maintain a blog that she really wants to keep doing.

Plus I was on holidays and it became a holiday away from digital as well. That was bloody brilliant. There was some work that I’d lined up over my break but it’s been delayed and I was happy about that. I really needed to be away from thinking and I was enjoying our staycation. My unplanned digital break kept me away from my more ‘professional blog’ too – Content is. I have some posts in draft there so I’ll get back to that.

It’s also because I don’t know what the hell I want to do this year. A friend asked me what my dreams are and I didn’t know off the top of my head. That’s a bit sad isn’t it?

Sure there’s things I want to do. I want to go to Switzerland to visit my friends and see and stay in their re-modelled Swiss chalet. I should just book flights and just have the date of travel and organise things from there. Afterall that’s how I did my backpacking overseas trip all those years ago. This is the year I should do it. It’s my son’s last year of primary school and I’d rather him miss some of that than high school. But then the adult voice in my head tells me, ‘you don’t even know if you have a job past the end of February yet girl. How are you gonna pay for this trip?’

I’d like to do up my very outdated kitchen and bathroom but due to not knowing where to start, I never start anything. There’s also other things holding me back on this one like the local council wanting to buy a chunk of my backyard to widen the nearby laneway. If I go ahead with the land sale then I’ll have money to update the kitchen and bathroom. Still don’t know where to start with an expensive exercise updating these two rooms would entail.

I’m glad I started writing this. It’s one of the real benefits of blogging/writing for me – getting my thoughts out there. Damnit, there are things I want to do.

I’m having some girlfriends over on Saturday night to workshop an idea they’ve had about an acapella choir. The world is screaming out for this type of choir I think. Well, in my dreams it is. We’ll be shit-hot. Just gotta get it off the ground, but that’s the type of thing I do. Get ideas off the ground.

I’ve joined a photography meetup group in Adelaide to get my off my arse and take more photos. Since I stopped the photo a day at the end of 2012 I do miss it but haven’t found another photography groove yet. I am lusting after a new compact camera though, the Sony RX100, as talked about on Petapixel recently. Perhaps when I sort out my work situation for after the end of Feb, I’ll be able to justify buying one.

This isn’t a dream, but a must-do. As mentioned above it’s JJ’s last year in primary school. I’d like him to go to a decent state high school and there are some good high schools in our area except the one we’re zoned for which means he has to apply. This will mean a busy few months checking things out and writing applications. Fingers crossed for him.

So, I’ve done what I said I wasn’t going to do. I’ve written a ‘what I hope 2014 is for me’ post. Oh well. Bandwagon – I’ve jumped on you.

Staycation

Grange jetty.

The summer school holidays here last for six weeks. That’s a long time for the lad to be in vacation care – not that it’s even open for two of those six weeks. I’ve been lucky enough since he’s been at school to have the christmas/new year week, and a bit longer, off work. This year I decided to take three weeks off.

When I tell people that’s what’s happening they always ask if we’re going away. Like you’re supposed to go away if you’re not at work. I suppose I’m a culprit of this question to other people as well.

No, we’re not going away, we’re hanging at home. Apart from a night away here and there that is.

We’re a week and a bit into the holidays and now that the christmas hoo-ha is out the way I’m starting to relax. It’s new year’s eve today and I was awake and up just after 7am. It’s going to be quite warm so I wanted to get the dog’s walk out the way. I’d done that, come home, fed the dog, watered the garden and put a load of washing on by 8am.

We’ve had something on every day and the moments we do get at home I potter around doing the bare minimum and JJ is playing an Xbox game he bought with christmas money.

The dog follows me around and seems to have found a spot he likes under the kitchen table. I’ve got to be careful not to go out and leave him under there.

Birds in the sky.

The other day JJ invited a friend over and we went to Grange beach – a beach I don’t normally go to. While they spent over an hour in the water I setup on the beach and just watched the world go by. Some people sat down right in front of me spoiling my view so I moved! There was plenty of room to sit elsewhere and they had a bloody chair as well.

Once I got the boys out the water we found a fish and chip shop, bought some food and drove until we found a park to sit in and eat. We found a wetlands with heaps of birds and tried to ignore all the bird shit on the table we sat at. Lucky we had a plate in the form of the paper wrapped around the chips.

The boys played on the playground and I even joined in pushing them on a big swing thing and got them to push me around on it as well. Playgrounds have changed heaps since I was a girl. For a start they are a lot more colourful and the equipment is quite different. Except for the swings. I think there will always be swings. Just the seat has changed from a wooden seat to a rubber seat.

It’s days like this that I like about having a staycation. We did something we don’t normally do, well not at those particular locations. It didn’t matter what time we got home as there were no major commitments for the next day. And the weather was perfect.

Cinema etiquette – or lack thereof

Flower phone

I enjoy going to the movies. There’s something about the big screen and the surround sound that’s very enjoyable. Enjoyable, that is, apart from other movie goers.

Most people are pretty good. They know the cinema etiquette, but some don’t. Or they’re just SO important that nobody else matters.

I think there are two main things that you don’t do at the movies. One is talk. A quiet whisper here and there is fine, but not continual chat. The second one is not using your phone. I’ve had two lots of different people break these rules recently.

A few weeks ago The Surfer and I went to see Enough Said. We sat about two thirds of the way back in a relatively quiet cinema on a Friday morning. Two women sat a bit further back from us and talked. And talked. And kept on talking. I’ll give people a few chances then I’ll usually say something. As it was quite distracting I turned around and asked them to please be quiet. They were. Then they left about half an hour later. They probably went to a coffee shop to continue their conversation which is where they should have started it in the first place.

We watched the rest of the movie in peace.

Yesterday I took JJ to see Frozen. It’s just been released. It’s school holidays so the cinema was pretty packed. There was a group of boys a few rows behind us and they didn’t have any adults with them. No, it wasn’t them I’m going to talk about. They were pretty good apart from one boy groaning every time a song started in the movie. I didn’t realise it was a musical movie. It wasn’t too musical, just a few songs here and there.

It wasn’t the three year old girl near us who kept standing up and moving around because she was obviously too young to be there in the first place. No, it was her father who kept getting his phone out and texting. He did it once. He did it again. And when he did it again I leaned over JJ, who was sitting between us and who’d also expressed his disdain for this behaviour, and asked him to please put his phone away as it was distracting. The man asked who it was distracting. Doh! I told him it was distracting my son and I. He said, ‘sorry champ’ to JJ. And as he was putting his phone away he said, ‘how rude’. At first I thought he meant that he realised he was being rude and saying it in a passive aggressive manner but later I thought he may have meant that I was being rude.

I don’t know and I don’t really care as he didn’t do it again. Not too long afterwards he picked up his three year old daughter, the one who was moving around and complaining a bit, and took her out not to come back.

Does anyone else encounter these problems at the movies? Surely it’s not just me.

Busy bee

Busy bees

I had an insanely busy weekend, so busy that I lost sleep on Thursday night stressing about it. Stupid I know.

I had to work on Friday then come home and get ready to go out. I don’t know where the second wind comes from. Where I’d normally sit around home and relax I was out until 2am the next morning. My night involved lots of standing on my feet, dancing, and karaoke. I’m a karaoke convert. I love it.

It helps that I’ve had singing lessons and had a couple of songs that I’d kind of pre-prepared but I sang a lot more than these couple of songs. It helps that the large group of people I was out with were into it – really into it. Dancing and singing along to every song that was sung – into it.

I didn’t sing alone as there were three microphones people would join in and that was fine. I hope I wasn’t too much of a microphone hog but it’s not like I barged in to grab a mike for every song, I did let others have a go too.

I felt tired on Saturday but not so tired I couldn’t do some domestic chores, and then we went out again on Saturday night. It was a great night for a friend’s birthday at his house. It was another dressup thing. Lucky I’ve got an extensive wardrobe to call upon – in this case – a crochet outfit.

Sunday morning I was super baseball mum. Even more super because I had to score for the game. I never knew until JJ started playing baseball that scoring the game isn’t just ticking a box when they get a run. No. You pretty much keep a running sheet of where all players are at any one time for both teams. It’s complicated and it was my first time doing it. And the other team’s scorer was brand new as well. Luckily I had a helper to call upon otherwise it would have been a shamozal.

I think when they finished the game I resumed breathing normally. But I felt pleased with myself that I made it through.

I was able to relax on Sunday afternoon at a friend’s place having a couple of drinks. It was a good catch up with a few friends. I’ve got amazing friends.

I was in bed at 9pm on Sunday and had a really really good sleep.

This little busy bee needed it.