The Saga of the Glasses
So, as I noted yesterday, my beloved husband managed to disrepair my glasses in the 20 minutes before he left for his flight. Since Scotch tape is not the best frame binder in the universe, I was quite desperate to get them looked at by someone who fixes glasses for a living, not because they have looked through them for the last 20 years.
After dropping Caedmon off at preschool, the adventure began. It was about 9am. First, the PearleVision place around the corner from church/preschool... doesn't open until 10. Remember, I have a toddler in the backseat who hasn't eaten yet- a one hour wait in the car is not a good thing. So I drive to the next town, where there is a LensCrafters (bonus, they take my eye insurance). I find it, drive past the door, read the hours, which I swear say 10am for opening as well. By this time though, it's 9:20- and there is an Atlanta Bread Company practically next door... So I spend a rather luxurious 40 minutes over a small (decaf) vanilla nut coffee and a cheese croissant (think cheese danish, but the pastry isn't sweet). Celes was pretty good, going after her cheerios and biter biscuits and milk and only fussing near the end. Then I head with her (she's in a stroller) next door...
where the sign now says that they had opened at 9.
But there's no one there, so I'm able to see someone right away anyway, and I don't have to feed the girl semi-blind while they look at my glasses. Now these glasses have been abused by small children since Caedmon was about 7 months old. That was 4 years ago, and they were pretty well trashed before my dearly beloved husband took out that one little screw in an attempt to correct the other side of the glasses- where a Walmart technician put in a screw perhaps a bit big and couldn't get it in all the way. People have been telling me that I was about to lose a screw for what seems like a year now easily. So I welcomed his attempt to find a screw to replace the Huge Mutant Screw of Embarassment. Now I am at Lenscrafters with the Huge Mutant Screw on one side and the other side taped up so the frames will stay on my face looking at new frames while a professional tries to make mine somewhat better than when I walked in.
The result was quite ironic. She replaced the Huge Mutant Screw of Embarassment. That problem is gone. However, the other side is now beyond repair. It seems that there is a spring in the joint where the arms fold in that has busted and she cannot even get a (proper) screw in there. At all. In short, my glasses are trashed.
Which I knew already. I knew walking in that these were beyond hope of even donating to some worthy organization that collects used prescription glasses. Now I just have to convince my husband of this. Well, that's not too hard... but he is a man, and wants one more crack at the problem- seeing as he caused it and all. So I will wait another day or so to give him his good shot at doing what the professional could not. And then I will (probably? hopefully?) make an eye appointment. It's about time, anyway. I'm almost considering getting my hair cut back to the way it should be (like, with layers and stuff) at the same time. It would almost be a makeover. ;)
After dropping Caedmon off at preschool, the adventure began. It was about 9am. First, the PearleVision place around the corner from church/preschool... doesn't open until 10. Remember, I have a toddler in the backseat who hasn't eaten yet- a one hour wait in the car is not a good thing. So I drive to the next town, where there is a LensCrafters (bonus, they take my eye insurance). I find it, drive past the door, read the hours, which I swear say 10am for opening as well. By this time though, it's 9:20- and there is an Atlanta Bread Company practically next door... So I spend a rather luxurious 40 minutes over a small (decaf) vanilla nut coffee and a cheese croissant (think cheese danish, but the pastry isn't sweet). Celes was pretty good, going after her cheerios and biter biscuits and milk and only fussing near the end. Then I head with her (she's in a stroller) next door...
where the sign now says that they had opened at 9.
But there's no one there, so I'm able to see someone right away anyway, and I don't have to feed the girl semi-blind while they look at my glasses. Now these glasses have been abused by small children since Caedmon was about 7 months old. That was 4 years ago, and they were pretty well trashed before my dearly beloved husband took out that one little screw in an attempt to correct the other side of the glasses- where a Walmart technician put in a screw perhaps a bit big and couldn't get it in all the way. People have been telling me that I was about to lose a screw for what seems like a year now easily. So I welcomed his attempt to find a screw to replace the Huge Mutant Screw of Embarassment. Now I am at Lenscrafters with the Huge Mutant Screw on one side and the other side taped up so the frames will stay on my face looking at new frames while a professional tries to make mine somewhat better than when I walked in.
The result was quite ironic. She replaced the Huge Mutant Screw of Embarassment. That problem is gone. However, the other side is now beyond repair. It seems that there is a spring in the joint where the arms fold in that has busted and she cannot even get a (proper) screw in there. At all. In short, my glasses are trashed.
Which I knew already. I knew walking in that these were beyond hope of even donating to some worthy organization that collects used prescription glasses. Now I just have to convince my husband of this. Well, that's not too hard... but he is a man, and wants one more crack at the problem- seeing as he caused it and all. So I will wait another day or so to give him his good shot at doing what the professional could not. And then I will (probably? hopefully?) make an eye appointment. It's about time, anyway. I'm almost considering getting my hair cut back to the way it should be (like, with layers and stuff) at the same time. It would almost be a makeover. ;)