Aah my eyes!

It's a Monday.

I went to eye glasses place in the mall to see about some new glasses.  My current ones are about seven years old and have gotten mightily scuffed over the years.   For some reason, they won't sell you glasses unless you have a current perscription, so I had to have an eye test, too.   Well, I got that done then wandered through eyeglass place for an hour, trying to make a decision.  The problem with glasses these days is that they keep getting smaller and smaller.  I need glasses to see, see, and if I only have a narrow strip of vision and the rest is blurred, it doesn't do me all that much good.  Pretty soon glasses will probably consist of quarter inch wide strip.. "It's fashion!" they'll say, as they walk straight into walls, bushes, low-flying birds.

So anyway, it's hard to find a pair that have reasonable coverage without being massive black plastic, square-lens, nerd frames.. the kind my father wore in the 50's through the 70's.  At last I found some which I thought suitable, along with some sunglasses for driving, because they're cool and who doesn't wanna be cool?  Got them on (wow, everything's so clear!), went home, and found I couldn't wear them for more than 15 minutes without a splitting headache.  Maybe they're calibrated wrong or something.  Took two hours to sleep off the headache and my eyes still feel bushed.  I'll have to try to take them back tomorrow.  Prolly have to end up with little strip glasses in spite of it all.

I was poking around in my leaky storeroom yesterday, thinking that I ought to get rid of some of the stuff just to open up some space.  Could stand to get a new shed, but that's an expense that can wait.  There's some stuff in there that could go to Goodwill, like a pair of lamps that are excessively lemon yellow--yellow to the point of being aggressive.  I have no idea where those came from.  I looked inside a vase and saw a brown recluse at the bottom staring back at me.  Now I'm scared to go back in there.

I also used 120 pounds of dirt to fill in a stumphole.  Yes, I have a stumphole, and now it's filled.  Sounds kinda naughty.