They feel strange.
The world is both clearer and more blurry. Depending on where I look.
I take them off. My eyes cross with the effort of trying to focus.
I put them back on. The first few seconds are worse.
I still feel that perhaps I should just make the font size bigger. Or look over the top of them, like a red-haired Miss Marple.
I am wearing my new reading glasses as I write this.
They have strong, dark, tortoise-shell frames. Very definite glasses. I am convinced they make my brain look bigger. It’s easy to decide on a dark, nerdy frame when you only wear them at home. Would I be so brave if I had to have them on my face all the time? Perhaps not.
The optometrist told me that I would never not need glasses for reading again. And yet, right now, I still feel more comfortable reading without them. Squinting a little, perhaps; adding new depth to the furrows around my eyes.
She didn’t say that I could never again write without them.
Do you wear reading glasses?