The Boston Diaries

The ongoing saga of a programmer who doesn't live in Boston, nor does he even like Boston, but yet named his weblog/journal “The Boston Diaries.”

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Monday, February 13, 2023

The Nile is nice this time of year

On Friday, February 3rd, I broke my glasses. I was out and someone complemented me on my shades. I pointed out that they were just clip on shades, but I went further to show that my glasses were flexible. That's when I snapped off the left arm of my glasses at the hinge. In retrospect, I should not have done that.

But they were nineteen years old. And it was clear to Bunny that I needed new glasses anyway. As she keeps pointing out, my glasses would slowly creep down my face, but that was only to keep things in focus. It had nothing to do with my eye sight changing.


But now I had no excuse. The next day I picked out new frames (Flexon, same manufactorer as my old ones). One of the store employees tried to fix my existing pair of glasses with tape, and all I can say about that—it was an attempt. The employee also managed to knock off the nose pad on the left side of my glasses (sigh) so now the glasses were even less stable on my face than before. I did manage to get an appointment for an eye exam on Monday the 6th.

Monday, and I go for the exam. Things were going well until the end, when the doctor pointed out that it was time for me to get progressive lenses. Or, you know, bifocals.

No! I am not that old! I don't need bifocals! I'm still only … um … oh … mumblety-mum years old.

Man, the Nile is a nice place, isn't it?

I could expect the new glasses to be ready in seven to ten days.

Eight days of my old glasses falling off my face (and constantly adjusting them when they don't), and my new glasses are ready. With “progressive” lenses. I have up to 30 days to decide if I like them, and if I don't, I can get … sigh … bifocals.

[Picture of me with my new glasses] Pay no attention to all the white hair—we're here for the glasses

The progressive lenses are weird. Parts of my peripheral vision are blurry. If I move my head back and forth, surfaces along the bottom of my glasses undulate in an unnerving manner. Sometimes when I tilt my head, it feels like (to borrow a movie term) a zoom-in but with improper focusing. It's trippy, but without the side effects of a bad drug trip.

We'll see if I can get used to them.

Oh, and one more amusing fact about my new glasses—the lenses are so think at the edges, that the arms don't fold down all the way.

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