Buffalo Gal

For years I've been a seeing-eye wife translating the clear type of restaurant menu for my husband.
Lately the type has gotten ridiculously small.
I've always had excellent vision, shrugging my shoulders to childhood warnings of "ruining your eyes."
Apparently reading with a flashlight under the covers is a timebomb set to go off at about 45.
My work requires a lot of proofreading, it's amazing how good the typesetting is if I don't put on my glasses.
Forgetting my glasses is not vanity. I like the way they look and really like being able to see. After all these years of not wearing them, I simply can not develop the habit. I can't seem to train the squint and strain sequence to end in "place glasses on nose."
Last year I bought a carved wooden Labrador Retriever bust that not only looks like our Smokie, but has a niche carved in her nose to hold my glasses. I never really used it for that purpose. Our Smokie is sadly gone, so I grabbed the statue for my new desk as a reminder of our great old gal.
She stands above the paper and piles with those big brown eyes silently reminding me that my glasses are standing by. She's becoming this girl's best friend as I'm now reaching to her several times a day.
Editors are asses who refuse to wear glasses.

Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (3) Share on Facebook		2005-01-28 6:57 AM Disappearing details For years I've been a seeing-eye wife translating the clear type of restaurant menu for my husband. Lately the type has gotten ridiculously small. I've always had excellent vision, shrugging my shoulders to childhood warnings of "ruining your eyes." Apparently reading with a flashlight under the covers is a timebomb set to go off at about 45. My work requires a lot of proofreading, it's amazing how good the typesetting is if I don't put on my glasses. Forgetting my glasses is not vanity. I like the way they look and really like being able to see. After all these years of not wearing them, I simply can not develop the habit. I can't seem to train the squint and strain sequence to end in "place glasses on nose." Last year I bought a carved wooden Labrador Retriever bust that not only looks like our Smokie, but has a niche carved in her nose to hold my glasses. I never really used it for that purpose. Our Smokie is sadly gone, so I grabbed the statue for my new desk as a reminder of our great old gal. She stands above the paper and piles with those big brown eyes silently reminding me that my glasses are standing by. She's becoming this girl's best friend as I'm now reaching to her several times a day. Editors are asses who refuse to wear glasses. Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top