Dark Eyes
I have my mother's eyes: light, and sensitive to light. When I grow old they'll be watery, like my grandmother's, maybe more because mine are weak and hers were not. Lately I notice that I have trouble reading the dosage information on the kids' medicine bottles, and that I throw in the towel on any Penguin classics after I read a paragraph. It is time, my friends, for "transitional" lenses. And I'm not talking about the light/dark kind. 42 and transitioning. Not that there's anything wrong with that.Maisie has my eyes. Liam has deep, dark pools. I just love them. Love his skin, too. One night he sat on my stomach and was rubbing my arm with his. I asked him what he was doing. "I'm trying to give you some color, but it's not working. I think you're stuck with that, Mom."
Scott Hamilton was adopted--I heard this tonight on ET. He said that the most amazing thing in the world to him was becoming a father, because that was the very first time in his entire life that he understood what it was to be biologically connected to someone.
posted by I n g e r @ Saturday, January 28, 2006
13 Comments:
Hi Inger,
Guess what? I am 42 and just transitioned in December. It took a few days to get used to the new lenses but all is well now.
I could read alright without the new lenses but when I was painting I just needed more.
Take Care
Hey, I am getting closer to transition lenses. I have noticed lately that reading maps after the sun goes down is difficult with my glasses or contacts in......
My conversations with Gill in the last week have gone something like this. Is this Kiran's dance class? He is looking at last years picture. Yes, it is pretty much the same. She is the only one of color. I realize that. Then a few days later, looking at her preschool photo, he picks it up and I tell him not to. Why, because you will say the same thing, there is no one of color. Do they treat right? Gill, she wouldn't be there if they didn't. Do you forget, I teach in the inner city and get it.
Conversation with Kiran, Kiran does it bother you that you are the only dark brown person in your dance class and preschool? Why would it,I am the only dark person in our family! Ok, enough said, not going there again until she brings it up. I told her that if and when it bothers her to let me know and we will work on it.
It just makes me happy to have someone in my life who understands my kid and the race issues.
So, even though, Liam cann't rub it off on you, you get it too.
Love ya,
Mary
Don't feel bad, at 27 I notice that I can't see as well as I used to.
I notice it the most when I'm driving in an unfamiliar place and I have a hard time reading the street signs until I'm closer to them. Maybe they are just making the signs smaller, but I could have sworn that I used to be able to read them from more than a block away.
the hardest thing for me about living rurally-always-is the lack-of-color and culture in my life. that is why i enjoy spending time in san francisco... because life in an all-white world gets fairly dull. i like differences. always have.
glasses-yes. at 48, it is time for "real glasses." have worn readers for the last year, when reading labels became a hardship. that was the biggest rude awakening for me thus far, in regard to aging.
another excellent post, and a sweet photo as well.
"J" has eyes like you. She hates the sun shining into them.
I can't see crap anymore either and I'd rather look at my face without glasses... some how the lines are less noticeable.
I've been wearing bifocals off and on for 10 or 12 years now; before that it got to where I had to use a crayon to put a match mark on the scale when I was under a car torquing something because I couldn't read the numbers anymore. My distance vision is fine (so far) but I can tell it's almost down to "normal" (used to be 20/10).
Now I keep readers in the kitchen because I can't read the small print in recipes or on boxes without them...
Not that I have any business in the kitchen anymore!
alan
So....you'll get whatever glasses you need....but you won't need them to feel that boy's love.
rQm
Hi Inger..
Sorry about the reading thing.. been there and done that at 38 or so.. in the last few months , i have begun to have trouble seeing the faces on the tv from my bed.. until now, i could watch with no glasses...
well.. i still do, i just see blurrs where faces should be
remember to point your nose at the steps you are descending so you don't fall on it..
gorgeous phot, of course!
you are looking very thin! still beautiful!
hugs
Transitioning my ass, it's called getting old baby and you are doing it with the only things necessary...intelligence, style and wit and love.
I love you madly!
STB
I'm there with you! Need to have a new script soon. Actually have been needing them for awhile, but have not managed to fit in the time to go to the optomitrist!
I love the way Liam tried to add colour to you. My kids, when smaller tried to rub off the brown! I told them they're the colour everyone wants to be. Look at the tanning salons! People pay money to try to get your colour! Now, they're more likely to get disappointed in the fall/winter when their summer tan fades!
Ah, transition lenses. Been there done that...and y'know what? It wasn't so bad.
;)
Deb
Dark Eyes . . .
There's a Russian folk songOtshi Tchornoye, meaning "Dark Eyes."
When I was a kid, my grandmother entertained assorted freeloaders, including a Russian singer named Eli Spivak, who sang for his supper (pot roasted brisket and kasha, usually).
When I was very young, they announced Eli was going to sing, and I shouted out "No Otshi Tchornoye!"
Here's a verse, in English:
"Oh, your deep darkness is not for nothing!
I see the grief about my soul in you,
I see the invincible flames in you
which burn my poor heart."
As for presbyopia, which makes you wish your arms were longer, it's one of those "things you can't change" in the Serenity Prayer.
this is lame, of course, but you're so pretty...
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