Glasses

Honey and I had appointments at the optometrist yesterday. 

Not the ophthalmologist who has been treating my eyelids; these were annual appointments scheduled long before I had a problem.  My eyelid problem is under control, by the way – no longer an issue.

Both of our prescriptions had changed slightly in the past year.  In fact, each of us had one eye that actually improved a bit.

Last year, we tried to save money by getting  glasses at Wal-Mart.  They had good prices and excellent Nikon lenses, but Honey had such a problem getting glasses that actually fit – the first ones they sold her were the wrong size for her face – that we decided to go back to Eye Masters for our new glasses.

They’ve had a couple of changes there in the past two years – both for the better: 

First, Honey had never really been able to see how new frames looked on her face.  Now, they use a tablet to take a picture so you can use your old glasses to see how your new ones look.

Second, they put your frames in what looks like a medieval torture device, then use that to take measurements electronically.  That makes lens positioning much more accurate.

Honey, who usually has to wait while her lenses are ordered, walked out with her new glasses yesterday.  This time I am the one who has to wait.  They had the correct lens for one eye, but the lens for the other was out of stock.