It was another day at the library… a perfect day to lose mittens or your scarf.  I have a complicated winter ensemble, and often mislay bits of my gear.

I approached Captain Nemo, waving my scarf.  “Found it!”

A stranger swiveled in the chair and said fussily,  “I don’t know who you’re looking for.”  

“Oh, sorry, your coat is like his.”  I made the Namaste sign and scooted. 

It was embarrassing, but sort of funny.  I wandered around till I found Captain Nemo.  I didn’t tell him, because he would have taken me immediately to an optician.

I already have three pairs of glasses, with almost identical prescriptions. On some days I see better out of one pair than another.  One pair is wire-rimmed (retro-Paul Kantnor, Jefferson Airplane). One pair is tortoiseshell (retro-nerd).  The other pair has blue frames (retro-Prue).   

Remember the big glasses of the ’90s?  I have an enormous tortoiseshell pair. I keep them in case they come back into style… which will be never.

The frames of glasses keep changing size.  They were small in the early 2000s, so small that during a bike ride a bee flew under my specs and stung me.  The 2010s were a blur to me, ha ha. Perhaps it was a time of medium glasses.  Now big glasses are back.  Mine are not that big, but that’s because I couldn’t see what they looked like without my other glasses on top of the ones I was trying on… 

At least I don’t lose my glasses.  Well, because of the rotating system I sometimes do.  It makes me feel secure to have three pairs…

Enough glasses at last!