I bought myself a pair of drug-store reading glasses. All of my life, so far, I have had not just perfect eye sight but super perfect eye sight. I can read a road sign from miles away. I can read the bottom line of the chart from across the room with a flock of geese flying by. I can make out the fine print on the back of the most detailed insurance forms.
But now in my 40s, my eyes have decided they don't want to read the close-up things without added fuzz, and they don't want to focus automatically when they should. They are rebelling, or maybe they are just tired of my bragging and boasting. So, I bought a cheap pair of reading specs--$12.99--black frames with gold dots--I thought they should at least be cool. But now that I have them, I seem to be avoiding close-up reading so I won't have to wear them. My computer is at least a foot away, and my music stand is even farther.
Also, after confessing that I have the ability to flare my nostrils at will, I am self-conscious about the size of my nose, so I did some careful cropping on this shot.