Wearing glasses

I am a reject for lasiks surgery. My eyes have too many problems; stretched retina, thin cornea, dry eye. Suggestions have ranged from putting silicon plugs in the tear ducts to help with the dry eye to waiting ten years for technology to catch up with my problems. I was told that there would be so much scar tissue after a repair that it would look like I was seeing through a  broken glass window.

I have opted to give up my contacts due to the dry eye  and wear a very thick pair of glasses. My prescription is so hefty that I can't even wear the rimless frames as the lenses are so thick it would look like I had cut the bottoms off  old Coke bottles and stuck  them over my eyes. I am about due for a replacement pair of glasses. The investment runs easily several hundred dollars between the lenses and the frames.

I bring this topic up because this weekend while camping I put my glasses down when I went to bed. I was sharing a room with four other young people. I say young as they are teenage and tossed all their stuff willy nilly and kick things out of their way as needed.

Soon after lying down I needed to go to the bathroom. I felt around for my glasses, but somehow they were not where I thought I had left them. I went over to Riley but he was already sound asleep on another bed. I couldn't budge him.  It was just getting dark so I  carefully negotiate the shapes of the room and make my way down the stairs and outside. There were many people settling in for the night at this cluster of cabins, just past dark. You could hear the voices from the buildings.  There was a wait at the out house.

 I decided to sneak round to the back of our building and find a private spot, like men do. I hope I am out of sight in the dark seclusion I have chosen. I can't go far as I am feeling my way in the dark using the side of the cabin as my guide. I look up from my spot I choose just in time to see a man going by on the path on his way to the out house. All I can make out is the shadow of his shape. The only cabin from that direction is my sister and her boyfriend, so I figure it is all in the family anyway. He either did not see me or pretended he didn't see me. Not much I can do at this point while squatting by the building. Hopefully my derriere does not glow as white as I think it does in the dark against the dark building.

 I made it back inside, hoping who ever had passed by in the night wont know who I was in the morning. Could be any one of many women camping in the cabins. I lay down and fell asleep for the night. In the middle of the night I needed to use the facilities again, which would still entail walking to an outhouse down a dark path. I fumbled around for my glasses in the dark. I still can not locate them. Unwilling to wake the whole room in my search by turning on the big overhead light, I use my hands to feel around on the floor and under my bed to no avail. I finally use my sense of touch to stumble carefully and quietly as possible  down the creaky wood stairs and out the front door. I turn right and carefully feel along the side of the house in the darkness to the far side to my favorite personal spot, where I drop my underwear and pee in the dirt, hopefully hidden from view. You can hear me, the sound seems to echo off the building in the quiet.

 There was no way I could have made it to the outhouse without falling over a tree root in the dark and unable to see two feet in front of me. I wouldn';t want to be stumbling around inside an outhouse.  I was grateful no mosquitoes attacked my unprotected skin in the dark.  

In the morning, I awoke and used the hand rail to negotiate the stairs once more without my glasses. My sister was up and preparing breakfast. I asked her if she would mind going upstairs and having a look around. she gets to the top of the stairs looks to the right  to my bed, where I had been sleeping, reaches down and picks my glasses up from the base of the wall next to the bed. Right out in plain sight for anyone to find if they could see worth a darn.