On Thursday mornings , I have to get up at 6 AM and take caltrain to SF. This Thursday was no different, I rush through the morning, have a light breakfast, rush through all the signals on De anza blvd, reach on time for the 7:14 train. I get a parking ticket for the parking spot 482, I look at the ticket . I am unable to figure out the numbers on the ticket. I move the ticket back , give time for my eyes to focus and I see the numbers 482. I am on the train feeling sad, this week my eyes feel strained. It takes a second longer to focus on close by objects. I have to frown, I can recollect Appa trying to frown to read news paper, I would say please wear your glasses. I am at that point where I need glasses to read.
The thought lingers, time waits for no one. Next day I consult a senior college who wears glasses. He confirms this is how it started for him, he is now on progressives. Darn it !! I need to eat carrots.
The thought lingers, time waits for no one. Next day I consult a senior college who wears glasses. He confirms this is how it started for him, he is now on progressives. Darn it !! I need to eat carrots.
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