Limited vision

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Today was lots of questions about how to see things more clearly. That meant tests and questions and a lot of squinting and some waiting. Eventually, a few more things swam more easily into view, especially after the dilation wore off. The biggest thing was seeing how my optometrist’s office looks these days. There’s more room to walk around and assess styles against facial shapes.

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The purpose for today’s visit was to check for changes in the wake of a broken arm on the pair of glasses that uses my most recently updated prescription. Turns out my right eye’s power been a little over-corrected, and I could probably stand to lubricate my eyes a little more after all the allergens hanging out in the air this year. As for those frames? Well, I think I liked those best of the few pairs I tried on. I thought a matte-black pair worked better than the warm, muted red and blue options available, but I’ll see if I feel the same when I go back in a few months.

Shave and a haircut

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I forget how much more crisp and high-resolution a fresh cut can make me feel. Then I go months without one before finally making it happen.

For a good while, I’d been content to just lather up and drag a cheap razor over my scalp. But the longer I dd it, the less fun it began to feel like. The feeling that I was getting away with something led to the feeling that I was getting away from something I hadn’t necessarily needed but still missed.

Maybe it’s just as simple a thing as figuring out how often I’m willing to spring for the spruce-up, something more often than seasonal but less than weekly.

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Market forces

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I know the market‘s real, but it’s been at least a year since I got to prowl the rows and inspect the stalls. Most Tuesdays, the closest I get is the corner of Adeline Street and Martin Luther King Jr. Way.

A day like today, I can hang for a while at the corner of 63rd and King streets, lying in wait and hoping a parking space will open up. I watch pedestrians and cyclists wobble and wheel in and out, toting produce and balancing boxes.

I’ve even seen some drivers park right on red-curb edges or against the fire hydrant at the northeast corner. Not me, though. I marvel at their luck but know my luck’s only so lucky.