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                             It’s Hard to Focus on the Subject
I’m thinking about one of those sandwich-board signs that drapes across the shoulders. It could proclaim, “Old Goat Wearing New Bifocals—Maintain Safe Distance.”
Probably wouldn’t hurt to have 911 on speed dial, either.
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  Idon’t look so great right now.
Oops, wait. That’s not exactly what I meant to say.
“Don’t look so great” in this context means I can’t see well at the moment. Sorta like how a friend of mine, born with a de- fective olfactory system, always describes her condition: “I don’t smell very good.”
The reason for my current con- dition is because I just got a new set of bifocals. Adjusting to them is about to drive me nuts.
Actually, driving is what forced me into this predicament in the first place.
Not long ago I was in Middle Tennessee to participate in a sto- rytelling festival. As usual, I wore contact lenses. Between the inter- state drive, a morning show, an afternoon show, and a face full of springtime pollen, my peep- ers were quite weary by the end of the day. So just before turning east toward Knoxville, I popped
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out the contacts and put on my old bifocals.
Whoa! Welcome to Fuzz City!
I could drive safely enough, but everything in the distance was seriously blurred. Thus, I soon was in Doc Cornea’s office for an examination.
“Your contacts are just fine,” Doc said afterward, “but the pre- scription in those glasses is way out of whack. Everything was blurred because your eyes were having a hard time refocusing.”
I now own spankin’ new bifo- cals. And I’m learning how to see all over again. Geezers every- where can relate.
Even with seamless bifocal glasses, there’s a sweet spot be- tween the far-away and close-up region of each lens. Trying to find it gives new meaning to the word “gyration.”
You weave in place, leering like a fool.
You bob your noggin up, down, left, right.
You try to tackle stairs and wind up either high-stepping or tripping.
You reach out to pick up an ob- ject and grab air.
Having broken in new bifo- cals in the past, I realize this is all part of the adjustment phase. Everything will eventually fall into place. Hopefully I will not fall in the process.
Perhaps it would be best to warn
others. I got to thinking about that concept the other day when I saw two different vehicles being op- erated by beginners. One was a sedan, the other an 18-wheeler. In both cases, signs announcing “Student Driver” were plastered fore and aft. I noticed other mo- torists were giving wide berth.
Maybe something like that should come as standard equip- ment with new eyeglasses for seniors. After all, they already give us a free carrying case and a cleaning cloth. Why not toss in a warning sign as well?
     A man watches his pear tree day after day, im- patient for the ripening of the fruit. Let him at- tempt to force the pro- cess, and he may spoil both fruit and tree. But let him patiently wait, and the ripe pear at length falls into his lap. — Abraham Lincoln

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