There are blurs and blurs and when you reach the age where your actual age is a blur, then you are not really lost, it is just another way of life. If I remove my glasses, the world is a  blur. It never used to be a blur, I never actually needed glasses up to the day when I discovered a computer. I remember reading a book, no problem, but somehow I had focus in the middle and everything else around the middle was one big blur. I held the book closer but the middle also became blurred. I increased the distance and then the world was one big blur. Being a touch typist I never realised how blurred things could get because I always found the keys, my fingers never left my hands. At work the blur was still there when reading  various documents. There was only one remedy, visit an optician.

An appointment was made and for the first time in my seeing life at the opticians and I got my first reading glasses, so I chose a half glass, as I was not yet in the advanced blur stages. However, the blur progressed to an advanced blur and within a few years the focus in the middle of the book developped to a complete non-focus on the complete page, and my first bifocal glasses were born. Look down to read and look up to see the world, I became a member of the blurred society, I was wearing glasses. Of course not just any glasses, this was a fashion thing. I progressed from green to blue, in between I had a wire rim, large/round glass – I tried them all. I also noticed with time that the blur does not remain constant, the blur develops into discovering that in the world of blur nothing more has a sharp contour, the world is a becomes one universal blur.

In the meanwhile a new type of spectacle was discovered, there was no longer a need for bifocals, you could now have lens that automatically suit whatever you are looking at, but I have no idea what you call them in english, something like vario lens. Anyhow I have them and find them super, no more looking up or down just follow your nose, and as I have quite a big nose, it makes it much easier.

There is  of course a second type of blur that occurs mainly with golden oldies like myself. You are in the supermarket and see an old friend – they see you. You shake hands

“Hello Mrs. Angloswiss – how are you?” and of course you do not want to be unfriendly, you are even happy to see this person again, so you shake their hands. You let them talk and if you are lucky they do not realise that although you recognise their face, you cannot remember their name. You might manage “Hello sdklfjwo8uwrue and hope that they are not really listening to hear if you pronounce their name correctly, because you cannot remember their name. Yes, one of the embarrassing blurs of a golden oldie life. You worked with them perhaps for 20 years, they might have  been your neighbour, seeing them every day, but now their name is a blur. Your eye glasses do not help in this situation, you need a new brain with a new memory. There are some things that are a symptom of blurred age.

If it is a book author or a film actor you forget – that is no problem. Golden Oldies have computers and so Mr. Swiss says “you know that film with that actor that was killed in  a plane crash, he had blue eyes”. Of course I say,” but I cannot remember the name of the film, who was the actor?” and so we both dive into our computers or iPads and give a few hints – blue eyes, plane crash etc. etc. Somehow we discover what we were looking for, although the more information you can unblur about what you are looking for, the better.

Daily Prompt: Blur is not just blur