I truly don’t remember the last time my husband and I went out on a date, let alone a date on a Friday night. Dinner and a movie. Miraculous. And not just any movie. An R-rated movie. With not one second of animation. But with a lot of cursing and raunchy humor. “Bridesmaids.” What a treat! The theater was packed (no surprise to those who habitually go to the movies on a Friday night, but a big surprise to me). We were also among the oldest people there. That was a little depressing.
But hey, I’m not complaining. The truth is, I’m getting old. I filled a new eyeglasses prescription today. Progressive lenses because I can’t see anymore. Seriously. When I read, the book essentially needs to touch my nose. To compensate for this all-too-common sympton of post-40s aging, I purchased a new set of funky frames. My funkiest frames yet, by an eyewear company called Volte Face. They’ll be ready next week. Crappy eyes be damned!
