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Thursday
Mar302017

Amazing Day

 

 

It started out as a very good day:  Thursday, day off.  Plumber coming to fix the tub so I could take hot baths again.  Up early enough to have a decent hike through Johnson pasture and see the sun rise through pink streaked skies.  Home in time to have a banana with my dog snuggled beside me,  my cup of coffee steaming in my hand.  Ready to read my  newspapers.     And that is when a very good day took a turn.  For the worse.

I read something that hit me where it hurt.  And it wasn’t anything about health care or taxes or immigration or even Russia.  It wasn’t that my Angels still had some questions about the opening day lineup.  There wasn’t a rehash of the losses my Badgers and Bruins had in the NCAA tournament.   And I was even okay not knowing the answer to the Jeopardy clue that the NY Times publishes every day.

Nope.  It was , of all places, in the NY Times style section.  Now I always read that with some trepidation.    After all,  most of what I see is too expensive or too young --but a girl can dream.  Today was no different.  The “double duty attire” was too revealing and too gold.    I  chuckled at featured item:  Satchels that could be attached to the front of a bicycle with a price tag of merely $2050.  Those were just amusing.  It was when I turned to page D7 that my heart nearly stopped.

You see, I have just gotten new glasses, the first in about three years.  I was partly motivated by the world looking fuzzier and my eyes getter tireder…but more honestly it was that the glasses I have been wearing don’t look like the glasses everyone else has been wearing.

I had the exam and started looking for frames.  And it didn’t take long to find a pair I liked, really liked.  In fact I liked them so much I didn’t care whether anyone else liked them or not.  I liked them so much that I decided to get a similar pair of prescription sunglasses.  After all, if I wanted to be cool and my new glasses were cool it was time to stop embarrassing my son by wearing cheap sunglasses over my real glasses. 

The glasses fit big on my face.  They are tortoiseshell acetate.  They bear a designer name.  

But that headline.  In the newspaper this morning:

Aviators Return:  An Old-School Frame is New Again

It only got worse as I began reading:

Good riddance to geek chic.

Yes, we could be witnessing the demise of hipster eyewear.  You know the kind.  They’re black, brown or sometimes tortoise shell.  They’re chunky, oversize and made of acetate.  They’re part of an L train look that in the last five years has been worn by everyone from Hollywood’s A-list to the local CVS pharmacist.

But now, you need to move on….  (New York Times, March 30, 2017 p.D7)

OMG!!!!  Here I am, once again, just a few years behind.  Here I am, as always, just a few years behind.   I shouldn’t be surprised.  It was only when it was named the Oxford new word of the year that I heard  “selfie” and had to Google it to find out what it meant.  I still don’t know how to pronounce quinoa and only recently tried kale. 

But nothing can be done about it now.  And the amazing thing is, despite it all, I still like my new glasses.  I like that I can see.  I like them dark against my face.  I like that they hide the eyebrows I don’t have and the blemishes I do have. 

Is there a lesson in all of this?  Perhaps…From the book of Proverbs:  Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of vanities! All is vanity.  From the Gospel of Matthew:. Therefore I tell you, do not worry about what you will eat or what you will drink, or about your body, or about what you will wear.  Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing?  Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not of more value than they?

Or maybe the lesson is that that one article about one thing can’t spoil a beautiful sunrise, a helpful and friendly plumber,a dog who snuggles and coffee that steams.

In the words of e.e. cummings :  ‘Thank you Lord for this most amazing day…”