gillpolack @ 2010-11-13T14:01:00

The numbers on Canberra busses are very clear and rather big, I just discovered. Shopping centres are full of writing and the people in them have eyes and interesting hair and lines on their faces. Space has three dimensions, which is something my brain knew about but which I couldn't really see before. And it's much easier than it used to be to not bump into people, now dimensionality has returned.

The only message not done is my honeydew melon (I needed one - I wonder if I imagine having one, will that be the same?). It's amazing how much faster it is to find things and do things when one can see.

I want to lyricise for six hours, but that would make a long blogpost. Instead I'll point out that the messages were all done before there was more than a spit of rain (sometimes weather sense is handy) and that my new glasses are lighter than my reading glasses which, until an hour and a half ago, were the lightest glasses I had ever owned. The lady helping me in the optometrist's laughed aloud when I asked "Is this how a normal person feels when wearing glasses?" Apparently it is. I'm wearing glasses that are not any heavier than anyone else's. It made my day and my joy in it made her day and the whole shop took on an air of having sampled nitrous oxide.