New glasses. Amazingly, my right eye has improved slightly, and I’m noticing the sudden lack of eyestrain when I peer at the computer. Alas, they failed to mention when I was ordering extras that the anti-glare coating will be ruined if I wipe it with a dry t-shirt – eep! Had I realized that, I would’ve done without.
I’ve still got the slightly wonky, holyshitmydepthperceptionhasexploded thing going on, and I keep absent-mindedly reaching up to push the glasses back up on my nose even though these new frames actually fit and don’t need such adjustments. And I’ve been just preening every time I walk by a mirror, which is odd as all previous new glasses have caused me to cringe and be confused for a few days. But these frames are uncontestably cuter than the old ones.
I’ve developed a little wart on my finger. It’s unbelievably fun to watch the salicylic acid treatment solution dry – it turns into this fuzzy, wrinkled white patch, like having a bit of fruit mold on my hand. Which doesn’t actually sound that fun, but I assure you I’m completely entranced. I probably should get out more.
Earlier This Week
The water heater started leaking. There are times when renting is just ducky, as it’s the landlord and not me who gets to foot the unexpected thousand-dollar repair.
I was chatting with the plumbers while the landlord and landlady conferred over the price. Somehow – I think I made some inane remark about how plumbing was a nice daydream career for me sometimes – the topic got on to “women’s lib” and women in the trades and oh! How I wished La Lubu were around! My nonspecific assurances that no, actually, there are feminists trying to get more women in skilled trades were probably not very convincing. However, my looks of polite horror when the one plumber started going on about how women probably wouldn’t want to do the work (because you have to lift stuff, and lifting a water heater while pregnant could be harmful to the baby) were sympathetically recieved by the other plumber – it was very much a “What Would Miss Manners Do?” moment, saved by the return of my landlady.