It’s Good to Have Options

My husband will be fifty years old in July. He is a little freaked out about his coming birthday. He never thought he would live this long. He had plans of going out young in a blaze of glory. Instead, he has a house in the suburbs and he is following a middle class dream he never even knew he had. Along with a life style he scoffed at when he was in his twenties, he has lawn mower wrists, a sore back from taking the garbage to the curb and tender elbows from sorting the recycles. His knees creak when bending down to get the newspaper and I have to repeat everything because his hearing is going (really, it’s his loss of hearing and not because he ignores me.)


He thinks our new neighbor across the street is a cute young blonde girl. The new neighbor is really a sixty year old ex-hippie man, a little on the pudgy side (years of munchies eating will do that to you) with slightly sagging pectoral muscles. Obviously, his eye sight is wearing out like every other part of his body.


I suggested it might be time to get some eyeglasses from Zenni Optical, the folks who have high-quality, affordable glasses available online. It’s good to have options.