My eyesight is officially getting worse.
I used to be able to get by without my glasses on all the
time, but those days are long over. I
can tell because even with my glasses, I find myself scrunching my nose and
blinking several times to refocus my eyes.
And it really became apparent the other night when I went to go pick up
a pizza and nearly drove into a small ditch because I couldn’t see the entrance
to the plaza (I don’t think Joe saw it either, but that was probably because he
was busy covering his eyes from fright).
So, I suppose I should bite the bullet and get new stronger
glasses for everyday use, but I still refuse to wear them when I’m out
jogging. I like the feeling of giving my
eyes a break, plus I hate to feel my glasses slide down the bridge of my nose
from sweat.
However, the price I pay is that I often startle myself by
mistaking completely benign objects for outlandish, ridiculous, and even
extinct creatures. I know logically that
the things I’m seeing aren’t what they appear to be, but I still wind up
jumping and staggering back.
At least I’m giving my neighbors a chuckle early in the
morning.
Here are just a few of the things I thought I saw and what
they actually were:
1.) Snake --> Twig
- Not too far out there, but I should wonder why a snake
would contort itself to such a degree and then just lay there. Oh, and be growing leaves…you never
know.
2.) Dinosaur --> A
Goal Post
- “Once, the great dinosaurs Ronaldo-saur or Pelé-siosaur roamed the swamps of
Florida. Or just in a neighbor’s backyard next to a swing-set.”
3.) Human --> A Mailbox
- Hmmm, I think to myself, that short person isn’t really moving. They’re just standing there. Very intently. Next to their lawn.
4.) Bear --> A Trash Bag
- Ever since I was
told that bears live in Florida I have been beyond terrified of coming face to
face with one. Of course, recently
seeing the movie, “The Revenant” doesn’t help much, either.
What about you, my fellow feeble-eyed friends? Did your eyesight ever get the better of
you?

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