The sun peeked out from behind the clouds today, and I wasn’t expecting it. I should be. After all, my very light blue eyes don’t do well with light, and I have to wear sunglasses at times when most people are perfectly comfortable without them.
This is part of the reason why I have multiple pairs. And why I keep them in various places so I’m never caught without them. So as I drove to pick up Mister Man from school, I dug through my purse to grab my current favorite pair. Oh, yeah. I’d changed purses and foolishly not grabbed the sunglasses when I moved my wallet and keys.
That doesn’t stop me, however. I simply pushed open the sunglasses holder in my car (one of my favorite features that manufacturers have put in over the last however many years) and grabbed at the first pair to tumble out. Because it’s possible that I have not one but three pairs of sunglasses up there – sunglasses that I don’t like as much as I used to or that might be missing a nose comfort tip thing.
I glanced at them briefly before putting them on, and a frown briefly creased my brow. These weren’t familiar sunglasses. I didn’t recognize them and wasn’t sure where they came from. I shrugged internally and put them on. I searched my mind trying to recall where they’d come from – ahhhh, yes. These were glasses that I’d discovered sitting on the floor of my car a couple weeks ago and had stuck up there so they wouldn’t get broken.
I blinked as I looked at the road ahead of me, admiring the polarization of the sunglasses. It’s always amazing to me how the simple act of putting on sunglasses makes it so much easier to see things. The polarization makes things clearer, somehow. Although really, this was more clear than I usually get with sunglasses. Huh, maybe I should invest in more expensive sunglasses than the $10 specials I usually pick up, knowing that they’ll soon be lost or broken.
Something was niggling in the back of my mind though. There was something that wasn’t quite right. I was really seeing clearly. Like really clearly. Like too well for me who has a prescription for glasses but doesn’t wear them because, well, one eye is near-sighted and the other far-sighted, so I can manage pretty well (including passing the driver’s eye test, mind you) sans glasses.
I lifted the glasses up and peered ahead then put them back on. I couldn’t tell if they were making that big a difference or not. Brilliance struck, and I closed my eye that sees well at distances and repeated the experiment.
These were prescription sunglasses. And not just any prescription sunglasses but MY prescription sunglasses. The ones I’d had for merely a week and a half before misplacing them a year ago last November. I’d searched high and low for them, revisiting every store and school and place I’d been in the hopes that they’d been turned in to a lost and found somewhere rather than being crushed in a parking lot by an unforgiving tire.
I’d long since given up and had planned to order a new pair. Once I found the prescription for the sunglasses that my husband had put with our tax information and then filed somewhere not to be found. And ok so I found the prescription last month. I was going to order the new pair once I had time to search through all the options to find something I really liked. I hadn’t quite gotten there yet.
Procrastination pays. I’m not sure how my sunglasses appeared in my car, because I tore my car apart more than once looking for them, but I’m not going to question it. I have my sunglasses again.
The only downside? Once I got to Mister Man’s school, I couldn’t take them off because my eyes had adjusted to the prescription and I couldn’t see without them. So if you see someone whose future is so bright she has to wear shades, that future is so bright because that’s a $200 pair of prescription sunglasses she just found (and ugh, someone remind me again why glasses – especially prescription sunglasses have to be so expensive?).