As mentioned before, I’ve been greatly blessed (or cursed, depending on who or what is sharing my space) with the gift of super-human "olfaction":http://gooblink.com/blog/index.php?id=50. This gift, however, is counter-balanced by an inherited dysfunction of sight. Oh, I wear corrective lenses to help, but dealing with hyperopia, amblyopia, astigmatism and probably other opias or isms that I just don’t bother to ask about, is just plain annoying.
As mentioned before, I’ve been greatly blessed (or cursed, depending on who or what is sharing my space) with the gift of super-human "olfaction":http://gooblink.com/blog/index.php?id=50. This gift, however, is counter-balanced by an inherited dysfunction of sight. Oh, I wear corrective lenses to help, but dealing with hyperopia, amblyopia, astigmatism and probably other opias or isms that I just don’t bother to ask about, is just plain annoying.
I can see quite well if I wear my coke-bottle glasses, but, even though 42 and sporting a few extra pounds, I’m still a little vain.
I wear contact lenses, but have a hard time finding a pair that actually fit properly so that everything I look at isn’t shrouded in a halo or slightly blurred.
Right now, I’ve lost one of my contacts. Thankfully, it was not the lens for my "good eye":http://gooblink.com/blog/index.php?id=15, so I can limp along with just one lens. My good eye is the one that can be corrected to 20/20; as opposed to my lazy eye, which is only correctible to 20/50 and really doesn't do any work unless forced.
I have glasses, but when I bought them, I let the professionals at Lens Crafters talk me into applying a UV protectant. What they didn’t tell me was that the UV protectant would start to scratch, leaving my lenses with a permanent fog. I had also paid for the scratch protectant. The scratch proofing works great on the lens, but is about as useful as ski boots in Texas now because of the UV protectant. And, to have the UV coating removed is an option on glass lenses, but I bought plastic lenses so that I wouldn’t need a neck-brace to support my head under the weight of the glass required by my prescription.
Chuck has two nick-names for me: Magoo and Magellan. Yesterday, we were driving to Albertson’s to take advantage of the 10 for 10 sale when I passed a driveway and was startled momentarily, fleetingly really, because I thought that I had just ran through the 4-way stop that we were actually approaching. Chuck saw me shudder and simply asked “Another Magoo moment?” He doesn’t get too flustered anymore, because I’m a really safe driver, really! The first Magoo moment I had with Chuck as a passenger was years ago when we were dating and I picked him up at the Dallas Love Field airport. We were going through an intersection and the road made a little jog to the right with a concrete median due to construction. As I skillfully maneuvered my car through the intersection, I was apparently driving a little too fast for Chuck’s comfort and he didn’t realize that yes, I did see the concrete median and was not planning to crash 2000 lbs of steel and fiberglass into the wall. He stuck out his arm as if to brace for impact and could only choke out a raspy “CONCRETE THING!!!” as I made the CONTROLLED jog to the right, sparing his very life.
He calls me Magellan because I usually can’t find my way out of a paper bag. He takes special pleasure in the fact that he’s a walking GPS and can “feel” his way anywhere. It’s really an amazing skill but so, so not fair.
If I were granted one wish, I’d wish that I had perfect vision. That is, perfect vision, gazing at my 10,000 sq.ft. mansion, fully staffed and sitting on 40 manicured acres, including a guest house, pool and cabana next to the 8 car garage holding my Mercedes, Porsche, Viper, Rolls, and the keys to my 42 ft yacht used to travel to my private island getaway with the airstrip on which to land the Lear jet owned by family, all happy and in excellent health.
Yes, I’m still a little vain.