Although I don't really have a problem acknowledging my age, one thing that has made me (us) feel old lately is the need for reading glasses. Brian had resisted going to the optometrist for several years, but finally a few months ago, he could put it off no longer. Reluctantly he went, and came home sheepishly sporting the Cary Grant look.
I have worn contacts for nearsightedness since college. I have glasses, and on rare occasions I will wear them "out and about." Usually, however, they are reserved for the intimacy of my home in the waxing and waning hours of the day. Vanity? Pride? Wary of change? Not sure, but I have loved my contacts.
Sadly, I too have noticed a bit of a strain as I have tried to read the caloric content of a pint of Ben & Jerry's ice cream, for example. (Do you realize one pint contains 4 servings at 360 calories per serving? Yikes! Not good for a gal who can down it in one sitting.) If I have wanted to read for any length of time I have needed to take out my contacts or remove my glasses.
Enter the progressive lens--glasses on a visual continuum allowing one to see distance and up-close. Both Brian and I have recently accepted them into our lives. I am, however, very much attached to my contacts, and am experimenting with mono-vision. As I understand it, this is when my non dominant eye is fitted with a weaker contact lens prescription so it will do the reading and my dominant eye (still in the usual prescription) will do the distance viewing. I am not so sure I like it. Oh, what to do! (Dan, we need you in Provo.)
For now, Brian and I BOTH sport the Cary Grant look and feel a little bit old.