eye exam, etc.

[edenfalling]

Today I had my eyes checked and ordered new glasses, which should be available for adjustments and pick-up by the middle of next week. Hurrah!

I am informed that my vision has deteriorated much less over the past two years than it had over the three years before my last exam. This is good. It's especially good because the deterioration over those three years was less than over the two years before that. So my eyes are leveling off.

Granted, they're leveling off at pretty dire nearsightedness, but I always expected that. I have my mom's vision, and without glasses she can't make out facial details of people sitting across a dinner table from her. These days, I'm about there, too.

(The horribly unfair thing is that my dad had better than 20/20 vision until he got old and started to need reading glasses. And Vicky has his eyes. Of course, she got his jaw and teeth, too, whereas I got my mom's jaw and teeth... and I definitely got the better inheritance there. So I suppose it evens out.)

I walked home by way of Barnes & Noble, which I almost never get to -- it's much easier to catch the #13 bus up to the mall and go to Borders, which also has a more user-friendly floor space arrangement -- and ended up killing half my afternoon rereading Komarr, by Lois McMaster Bujold.

There are worse things to do with a day off. :-)

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[annearchy.livejournal.com]

Good luck with the glasses. And it's funny when we realize what we've inherited from our parents. I got my dad's dancing gene and my mother's singing gene, not that I'm great at either, but my mother could not dance and my dad can't carry a tune in a bucket. Alas, I also got my mom's awful nearsightedness and her flat feet. And both of them gave me arthritis, dammit!

[edenfalling]

I have my dad's eye color, approach to math, bad back, and dislike of early mornings. We also share a certain style of thinking and analysis in non-mathematical areas. But I look much more like my mom -- we have the same facial structure, hair color, teeth, and complexion, as well as the same bad eyesight.

Both my parents are somewhat musical. My mom has more formal training, since she took piano lessons and was the organist for her church in high school, but my dad was the one who sang lullabies to me and Vicky, and he has a fairly wide repertoire of old show tunes memorized. :-)