March 30, 2008


A couple of nights ago I dreamed I went into a small room, probably a bathroom, put a scarf on my head and some new glasses and then came out of the room to tell the people there (I don’t remember who) that “I am now a different person.” In truth, I picked up new glasses the next day, yesterday. My old ones broke a couple of weeks ago and were just patched up so I could wear them. I loved those glasses, thought they were the best yet, but I think my new ones are even better. At least for now. My broken ones are six years old and the prescription was wrong so all and all it is a good change. Yet before picking them up I was getting minor “Did I make the right choice?” thoughts. Glasses are a major article of clothing, a major presentation of body. It feels like a major body renovation. Granted I don’t wear them all the time, but still, they feel like part of me, an appendage, attached.

I was also supposed to have my paintings photographed Wednesday evening but because of (yet another) snowstorm and icy roads, it was postponed until Monday evening. That was a lucky change. I, of course, reworked most of the paintings I intend to have photographed. Being away for a week gave me a fresh view. I am impressed with the changes. Change in glasses, change in paintings: what else is going to change (the word of the times!)? As they say, the only thing you can count on is change. It's inevitable but it still involves choices.

Posted by leya at March 30, 2008 03:17 PM | TrackBack

Ah ha...I'm getting new glasses too, but when I went to pick them up they broke one of the temples adjusting them. I'm wondering, are the new frames "too dark? A change at least as I'd had the other ones for three years.

wondering about that dream I had last night...can't remember it now :>)

Posted by: Cheryl McClure at April 1, 2008 06:35 PM

After all the worrying, I love my new glasses. But hardly anyone notices they are different!

Posted by: Leya at April 2, 2008 05:12 PM
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