Busy, busy – This past week was hectic. Lots of places to be and things to do. It was a constant shifting of priorities that I thought ended when I retired. Clearly, it didn’t.

This is my old frameless glasses
Source: Zenni Optical

The new glasses saga – My eyeglass prescription changed so I needed glasses. I hate getting new glasses. It should be joyous! A new look! A new opportunity for a fun pair! But no, it’s always a hassle. There are three local chains that I can use. I scoured all three for a frame I would fall in love with. Didn’t happen. Next stage is to settle. I eliminated the store that had to redo my glasses three times last year because they transposed my prescription numbers twice. I found a frame at one but couldn’t get waited on. I was in on several different occasions and it was always busy. This was September so I chalked it up to people getting ready for school even though they looked too old. I ended up in the third store; selected a frame. They weren’t comfortable. The arms were tight and the nose part slid down almost immediately after I pushed them up. I worked with them for a few weeks but decided to exchange them. I had 30 days to make a one-time swap out if they didn’t work. I picked out another frame that would be lighter and a different fit. They lost the order. The person I worked with had no memory of it (although he remembered me from my many visits). I didn’t have paperwork, so I didn’t know which frame I had picked out. Back to the drawing board. This time I selected a frameless pair. I used to wear them a lot and had good luck with them. They are lightweight and adjustable. Now I’m waiting for them to come in. Wish me luck. However they fit I’m stuck with them.

Continuing the search – While the eyeglasses was the big drama of the week, the more emotional visit was to a continuous care retirement community (which is now called something else). It’s always stressful looking at end-of-life options and knowing you are making decisions which may not be easily changed. All went well. The place we looked at is more like a resort than an apartment complex for old folks (or as I call it senior warehousing). No final decision but a definite maybe.

Then there is the elusive smell – I’ve been smelling what I consider sewer-like smell occasionally in the house. I don’t know where it comes from or what causes it. We did all the recommended things (make sure traps have water and toilet wax is intact) and at this point we are waiting for a plumber who can hopefully tell us what it is. The beloved husband cannot smell it, so everything rests on my nose.

Yikes, stuck in summer – I’m hosting Thanksgiving this year. I looked around and noticed that I never changed out my summer decorations for fall. The mantle is decorated for June. Not a pumpkin or scarecrow in sight. I’ll have to think on this. Maybe we’ll coast through because almost immediately after, the December holiday stuff comes out.

So how was your week?