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OH, SAY CAN YOU SEE?
Fuzzy-Wuzzy Is My Sight
A lifetime of squinting, guessing, and misidentifying objects
Myopia, my condition, has led me to misread highway road signs, mistake distant tree stumps for woodland creatures, and spend my days in a generally fuzzy state, even with my glasses perched on my nose.
Do I lament my near-sighted existence? No. I enjoy not seeing clearly. Well, now that I’m retired I do. After all, why not embrace my poor eyesight instead of bemoaning it? My fuzzy interpretation of the world more than a foot removed, may form a humorous story that entertains my family and friends. People with perfect vision have little room for imaginative thinking.
A tree stump is just a tree stump to them. To me, it is a curious woodchuck rearing up to survey his domain, or a small brown bear pausing by the edge of the woods. It is almost anything but a tree stump until I lift my ever-present clarification tool, my binoculars.
A small black and white TV set in our family room in the 50s was the beginning of my relationship and dependency upon glasses. What? What do you mean you can’t see the people on the screen from your seat (about three away)?
Suddenly, with the help of thick glass lenses, heavy on the bridge of my nose, the world was…
