A little Spinach

I have an abundance of blessings all of which I am reminded of each day. Up until my mid-forties my eyesight was one of them. I never wore glasses of any kind and I was afforded perfect sight with little to even remind me that others had trouble. Like most everyone I have become dependent on reading glasses, each year more and more, and each year the prescription gets stronger. Why this should become a subject to blog about is simply that it reminds me that with each challenge I need to renew my subscription to my “Mid-Life Sense of Humor”; a magazine I plan to write and publish any day now.
Chapter 1 may begin with something like...”Today I needed to wear my Glasses to Brush My Teeth.” True story. I know where they are,my teeth that is, I just couldn't see them. So why is this a surprise? Well, why hasn’t someone warned us.? Perhaps because no one would believe it. However for those of you who trust my blatant naivete I am here to warn you, your day will arrive!
Perhaps there are wonderful things to look forward to in the future. A less hectic schedule, grand-babies, more bunnies. Perhaps I will brush first and learn to put the glasses on afterwards to check for Spinach. For today I remain UN-amused. Glasses for hygiene is pushing it. Yet there is an abundance of things that I remain grateful for despite my arrogance. Husbands that take you out in the middle of the day for lunch with no apparent reason, children that call just to say hello, and strange puppy dogs that befriend you in stores because somehow they know you are one of them. Lovers of all things heartfelt. Damn the glasses. My loved ones don’t care about a little Spinach.