A Tale of Two Vision Centers (still in progress)

Time for new glasses. Oh, not a big difference in vision, but the scratch-resistant coating on these polycarb lenses is wearing off. In patches. *argh* So. . . back at place used for these glasses. Would not (or too incompetent to) find our vision coverage (it was there, and they were “in system,” but the “worker” never looked past the first layer). OK. Went somewhere we’d never used before (and never thought we would—part of a discount place).

O.D. was more thorough than I’d ever experienced, and very helpful. Nice enough. Manager handled my lenses/frames selections very well (though there were two other workers free ¯\_(“/)_/¯ Fo gigure), and included some measurements the other place had not in the past.

Also: 2 pairs (one sunglasses) for $300 less than one pair at other place last time I got glasses. Including the insurance my Wonder Woman suggested (was that a hint? *heh*).

Now, all that’s needed is for the actual glasses (well, polycarbs 😉 ) to come in and be up to the standard that has been set by the workers I interacted with.

“Stupid? Hold My Beer.”

rom a comment thread elsewhere:
OP: “Y’all think of me as smart, I know, but you have NO IDEA how stupid I get with no fuel in me.”
ME: “More of us are that way than might admit to it. . . I cannot count the times (because I am coffee-deprived and forgot to eat breakfast? Maaaaaybee. . . ?) I have turned to my Wonder Woman and said, ‘How stupid am I? *smh*’
“¯\_(?)_/¯”

Updated Children’s Song?

With the apparent collapse of society including “grooming” childrn in grade school, maybe the lyrics to “Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes” should be modded to “Fists and elbows, knees and feet” with plenty of dojo time subbed in place of “grooming” time in kindergarten and grades 1-. . . 12?

Condition Yellow

Waiting room, self-seat restaurant, etc.: where do you sit?

Walking from car to store/P.O./wherever: head on a swivel? (For that matter, survey of parking lot before parking?)

Puttering in your own yard: have you cleared your six. . . in the last few seconds? (Let alone been on the lookout for “snakes in the grass”?)

In home: one ear cocked for exterior sounds?

What’s that in your pocket(s)/”holstered” by your easy chair?

Etc.

López-Escobar, Borel Sets and Polish Spaces, Oh My!

Just Another Tuesday. *heh*

I feel my mental cogs slipping day by day, so I play memory/card games, read papers (mostly pubmed, given age/health stuff), and try to  keep any math I do “between my ears” (though I do account balances/reconciliations on paper).

But still. . . while I can recall mor advanced math concepts, performing actual advanced math is. . . not so much in my wheelhouse, nowadays. *sigh* Neglected for years, such things are all fog, now, and I’m left with simply checking basic math/stats in the papers I read for entertainment and information: my own lil “edutainment” program.

Oh, well. Heading off fairly gently into that good night, I guess.

Against Stupidity. . .

There are comment threads on social media that seem designed to be proof that Mark Twain was right when he said, “No amount of evidence will ever persuade an idiot,” and that Schiller expressed an eternal truth [via Talbot in “Maid of Orleans”] when he wrote, “Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.”

Sadly, more and more, social media seems all too often to reflect the real world society around us. . . *sigh*

Probably Won’t Do This, butt. . .

Saw Aussie Lap Puppy licking my Wonder Woman’s cat’s butt again, and thought, “Hey! Could save $$ on toilet paper if. . . ” Nah. While it would be a $$-saver, I just think. . . nah. After all, I have enough problems with his “cat-butt tongue kisses” already.

I DGARA

Under “use it or lose it,” because we have not been using a particular CC, the company lowered our credit limit. *yawn* Let’s see if we can do that with our other CCs, too.

Still “Diamond Preferred,” though (whatever that means).