New lenses in old frames

As I was sitting on the garden bench, in the backyard, with black cats surrounding me, reading a really good book, She’s Not Sorry by Mary Kubica, the text came from the optometrist office: my glasses were back from the optician and could be picked up any time.

I flew into the house, putting things in place, changing clothes (because I was covered with cat hair) and brushing my hair. No makeup, no alarm set, just locked the doors and off I went. Texted Terry as I pulled out of the garage: glasses are here on my way 2 pu.

Quick transaction, so much so that I was back home with the glasses, and wearing the sunglasses, before Terry got back from the cat food store.

I was so happy to have my old frames back and the new lenses are just superb. I see so well. And, I will have a really good pair of sunglasses for tomorrow when a friend and I meet for walking around downtown and taking pictures.