May your house be full
May your house be full
My last eye exam was in early 2018. At the time it was determined that while I could use glasses for every day living, I really should have been using glasses for reading and computer use. Since my computer time in hours numbers in the double digits on a daily basis (I am a systems engineer for a technology company), I opted to go with the computer and reading glasses. I’ve worn them on and off and they didn’t seem to help as much as I thought they would. But when I wore my computer glasses for walking around the house or out and about things were amazingly clear. I just figured “it is what it is” and went with it. My eyes started getting a little tired about six months ago, so I picked up a pair or two of $10 “cheater” glasses and have been using them when I’ve been feeling eye strain.
I decided I needed to get an eye exam in before the end of the year, so I opted to go to a different eye place that had a same day appointment available. I went to the local Warby Parker last night.
It turns out my current glasses are tinted to filter out blue light from the computer but are actually my “everyday” prescription, not my “computer and reading” prescription. In that regard, my eyes are exactly the same prescription they were back in early 2018. Dr. Li recommended I start wearing those glasses for everyday use.
She re-evaluated my computer and reading logistics and I’ve ordered a pair of glasses for that purpose as well. I like Warby Parker’s web site and app; if I want to purchase any new glasses down the road I can virtually try them on using the app and the selection is quite affordable.
We talked about Bifocals. Because of the amount of time I spend on the computer, she didn’t recommend bifocals for me because I’d be constantly moving my head up and down and around to focus and that could lead to neck strain.
So I’ll be running around with two pairs of glasses or wearing my everyday glasses and holding things out to read if I don’t have my reading glasses at hand.
The joys of aging.
The passing of this planet from what we call “2020” to what we call “2021” is actually nothing. A mere speck in the grandness of the Universe will pass by the relatively same spot around an ordinary star as it did a year ago; the measurement being assigned by those that will not make even the slightest dent in the grandness of the Universe. Nevertheless, the incrementing of the human made chronometer brings about words and thoughts of resolution, renewal, and most importantly, hope. I hope 2021 will bring this planet what it needs, not what it wants.
In years past at the New Year I have talked about my hesitation to list resolutions. I am always striving to grow and expand my knowledge, and the eve of 2021 is no different. However, with the state of the world in 2020, what with the pandemic and all, I find myself thinking more in philosophical ways. What changes in my approach to life will make for a better experience for all involved? Am I living my life as completely as possible? I am tapping my potential productively?
I’m sure the presence of these thoughts is married to the fact that I am more than a half century in age. I don’t feel like my time is running out but I do feel like I still have much more I’d like to do with my life. It’s the inner dialog that I need to fine tune. The inner voice that marked dreams as unattainable is quieter; in 2021 my one goal is to simply find more of my own self encouragement.
I hope to expand upon my reading list. I’m not looking for self-help books. I’m not looking for cookbooks to bake a beautiful life. I’m looking for seeds that will nudge me to grow more positivity. Many decades ago a high school English teacher mentioned in my yearbook that I was nice “but a complainer”. I’ve never forgotten this, after all, it’s still written write there in my yearbook in glorious Bic ballpoint pen and 20th century penmanship, but it is something I’m always trying to distance myself from. Why complain about things we have no control over? That’s an exercise in futility and I no longer want to engage in futile activities.
I look forward to the human experience improving in 2021. It has to, as 2020 was pretty bleak for most. Improve that which we have control over and don’t fret over things that we cannot control.
Perhaps that’s the key to making this speck in the Universe something a little more significant.
Yet another clue from my elementary school days that I would grow up to be a full-fledged, practicing homosexual. (I keep practicing, some day I’ll get it right).
“Tragedy” by The Bee Gees? Musical brilliance. Happiness. Movement. Joy.
“Disco Duck” by Rick Dees? Sheer idiocy.
You know, twins got a really bad rap in the “Wonder Woman” TV series back in the day. Even before Lynda Carter famously filled the satin tights, twins were wreaking havoc in the world for Cathy Lee Crosby’s Wonder Woman.
Then alien invaders called the Skrill came by Earth to steal Vincent VanPatten’s brain with an illuminated egg and they picked up two twins along the way. There was no explanation in the two part episode that told us how the twins came about to join the Skrill, they were just there. It must have just been because they were twins. According to IMDB, the Hendricks twins never appeared in any other television or movie production. They were only in “Mind Stealers from Outer Space” on “Wonder Woman”.
More twins starting creating problems for Wonder Woman with crazy man Mariposa, who loved to dress up in purple and capture Olympic athletes in “Screaming Javelins”. Unlike their predecessors the Hendricks twins, the Kearney twins did appear on television but only once more, on an episode of “Welcome Back, Kotter”.
Evil twins were everywhere on “Wonder Woman”. I wonder why there was such a focus on the double trouble. I don’t recall if there was such a focus on evil twins on other shows like “The Six Million Dollar Man”, but the Hager Twins were on “The Bionic Woman”. They were trying to capture Helen Hunt who was Princess Aura before she was “Mad About You”.
Why were the twins always evil?
Dawn Wells, Mary Ann from “Gilligan’s Island” has passed at age 82. She died of complications from COVID-19.
I just nuked one of my Twitter accounts. I have a few (but really, how many?) that I use and I nuked the “general purpose/Star Trek fan” account.
There wasn’t really anything that provoked the decision to deactivate the account. Over the past several months I’ve been a little surprised at how narrow minded many in the Star Trek fan community tend to be to one another, and I’ve been dropping folks I follow based on horrible comments exchanged. Politics inject themselves into Twitter no matter how many keyword blockers or other filters you have in place. And we all know the United States is a mess, I don’t need constant reminders in “trends” and “hot news” sidebars that are way too pervasive.
So I nuked the account. I’ll probably nuke another. Let’s see how I feel about the matter tomorrow.
My inspiration for 2021.
So either the movie production company left the Christmas decorations up or the folks on the street that was used for the movie set wanted to make a splash of their own. Either way, the decorations are still up and they’re quite lovely.
When Grandma City passed on I inherited her Christmas decorations. She was the crafty one of the my two grandmothers and I always enjoyed the way she decorated for Christmas. She’s the one that showed me how to change the bulb inside the reflector of one of those midget Christmas lights we had in the 1970s. Don’t mix up the voltages.
Part of her Christmas collection included these carolers. It’s a set of four of them. One of them has Little Orphan Annie eyes, but they’ve held their own for half a century.
If you look closely, you’ll notice they are candles. Yes, these caroling children are candles and have wicks coming out of the top of their head. Which makes me wonder, did people really light these children on fire as candles? Were the carolers set ablaze in some households, the cherubic singing faces melting into a puddle of multicolored wax?
Obviously Grandma City couldn’t bring herself to set these carolers on fire, hence they’re intact over 50 years later. But someone in the 1950s or 1960s had a really weird sense of humor.