I have lost my reading glasses. They should have been in one of three places. The kitchen table, covered with my notebooks, newspapers, and magazines. The den with the five or so books all of which I have read the first few pages deciding which one to dig in to first. Or, the kitchen counter, where I can guarantee they were as of Christmas day while reading the recipe for the blintz soufflé I was preparing for brunch.
Full disclosure. I do not have the best reputation with glasses. Well, sunglasses in any case. I have lost three pairs. The first succumbed to a wave in the Pacific. The second – you would have thought I had learned my lesson – to a wave in the Mediterranean. At which point I stopped buying designer glasses. The third eventually showed up under the seat of my car. But, I had these glasses, Chanel’s, with the pearl in the side for a very, very long time. My Audrey Hepburn moment. A coming of age. They were my first. The ones I got when my arms couldn’t stretch any longer, and I acquiesced to the first sign of the f-word. (Fifty) I loved them, and just kept replacing the prescription.
My optometrist is on holiday until Jan. 4th. I needed an appointment in any case. So that leaves me with one of my husbands many dollar store readers, scattered everywhere in the house. I can’t keep them on for long, they sting my eyes, and are making the screen a little concave as I write this. Deep sigh. So, today, with the heavy remnants of last night’s snow storm, leaving a wet and grey mess over the city, I will trudge off in search of a pair of store bought glasses that do the trick. I will not be usurped in my plan of curling up with a book. Although, today would have been the day to achieve that…
In case you are wondering what is on my reading list:
The Evolution of an Unorthodox Rabbi, by Rabbi John Moscowitz. Each segment opens up a world of ideas.
A Homemade Life, by Molly Wizenberg, a gift from my editor. I think she is trying to tell me something about what my next book should be…
Life after Life, and A God in Ruins, by Kate Atkinson. My most anticipated reads recommended by my brother.
A Tale of Love and Darkness, by Amos Oz.
Fifteen Dogs, by Andre Alexis. Our Giller Prize Winner.
Footnote: December 29th. 7:44 p.m. I found my glasses just now when I went to get the oven mitts from the drawer to take the chicken out the oven…