THIS is the story of the Catt who lost her spectacles! *snf!*
Okay, I know the quote's off, and I haven't exactly lost them, so much as given up on the idea of ever getting the right lens to stick in the frames again. Cyrene's just had entirely too much fun with them, sadly -- they are shiny, you see, and they make such a pretty clatter when knocked spinning from table or desk.
And so now, enough of the outer edge of the lens has been broken away that the frame simply can get no traction on what remains. The lens falls out when I put on the spectacles, when I take them off, when I set them gently on my desk, when I sneeze, when I attempt to wipe the fingerprints clear, and sometimes even when I make a particularly incredulous expression. In short, the damned lens spends more time OUT of the frame than in it.
"Hare, you must go in search of the Optician!" But then she realized that Hare were completely helpless without his spectacles. And so, Kangaroo loudly proclaimed, "I can't send Hare in search of anything!"
I suppose I could epoxy the damned thing into place, however that would render the frames useless for any replacement lenses. And right now, new frames are simply not in the budget. And so I am in the squint and enlarge the screen resolution family of 'grin and bear it.' as of now.
Happily though, thanks to RK surgery lo, these fifteen years gone, I only need my spectacles for comfort when reading. However, that means I shall not be too often on the internet until the new specs come in. Just an impulse to try and spare myself as many headaches as I can, you see.
I'll still be checking e mail, of course (I'm far too much a junkie to give that up,) but if something happens on your blog, and its important to you that I see or know of it, please indulge me with a direct e mail. Otherwise I can't remotely say I'll notice it at all.
All this time it had been quite plain to Hare that the others knew nothing about spectacles...
This random and irrelevant post has been brought to you by the letter 'obscure albums,' and the number 'bizarre music tastes'. Sponsored by a childhood spent in my mother's record collection. A toast to the two people in the world who'll find this at all amusing.
