Take a Good Look

Lately, I have been aware of a distinct lack of focus.  

I spend a lot of my day lost in details of things no more then 18 inches away from me.  Whether, drafting, model building, photoshopping, or goofing around on facebook my attention is usually right in front of my face.  I've recently discovered I have trouble seeing the big picture... literally.

I have been reading road signs by shape and length of words instead of actual letters.  I had been thinking "my eyes are just tired, because of drafting all day", but then I would wake up and think "my eyes just haven't had their first cup of coffee yet".  It has taken me a while to realize that there wasn't a time between coffee/tired eyes where there was good focus.  So off to the optometrist I went.  The results are in.... I am nearsighted with a slight astigmatism.  

Turning 30 has made me aware that I am not 18.  I realized that I should have known this since I was 19,  but the big 3-oh has made this fact sink in, more then any numerical digit has.  It's like my warranty ran out and now I'm starting to pay for the rough treatment of the machinery.    

A call last night informed me that my glasses were ready.  I picked them up and then off to the grocery store.  I put them on and walked around feeling like I was in a ridiculous disguise that nobody seemed to notice.  This must be how Clark Kent feels!  I was hoping the glasses would give me a mysterious allure, or a distinguished air.  There was no mystery, no air...  just a personal sense of new and unfamiliar.  I was so self-conscience that I could barely pick out bananas.  However, the most amazing thing happened... I could read the signs at the end of the aisles.  WOW!  The letters  had a beautiful clarity to them.  First FLOUR, SUGAR, BAKING NEEDS,  then  CEREAL, HOT CEREAL, ENERGY BARS, followed by FROZEN DINNERS, ICE CREAM, NOVELTY TREATS.  It was not the most efficient shopping I have done, but it was eye opening.  

So you may not recognize me out and about because of my new disguise, but I will sure as shootin' see you!

You're Never Really Alone

I am house sitting this week. It’s a week of fantasy living for me, beautiful view, a big studio to work in, plus a hot tub! However a shadow has fallen over the house of dreams. ANTS. I ate one damn graham cracker and dropped the most minuscule of crumbs and now a colony has emerged. I have been passive aggressive for the last few days but now it’s full on WAR!!! At first I was like – there are only a few I’ll gingerly sweep them up and throw them outside. Their brazenness reigned down tenfold that night as I crawled into bed. I had just snuggled down with the laptop to do some late night facebooking, when suddenly one by one they started to crawl out of my KEYBOARD… yeah I know…GROSS! I have to say I was incredibly calm throughout the attack, I got up and got the can of spray air and whoosh out they flew. If it had been spiders rather then ants I would never have typed a word again.
I vowed to deal with the infestation in the morning and went back to bed. I must have missed a few in my clean up, because I now have bites in several strategically uncomfortable places. IT IS NOW PERSONAL. NO MORE MARY-POPPINS-TYPE-CATCH-AND-RELEASE. I have been doing a little googling and there seems to be many home remedys, so yesterday I swabbed the deck with vinigar and windex (with a good measure of stomping). They are not all gone but the number seems to have decreased, but still could be considered to be a colony. More googleing is required, back into the fray! CHARGE!!!!