The stacks of meter-long logs among the Artsy Organized Neighbor's collection of mysterious things are impressive. The stacks are piled roughly two-plus meters high and the logs are crisscrossed at each corner for stability (something I do on a much smaller scale here at the house).
A couple weeks ago, I was trying to figure out what to do with my new eyeglasses. It felt to me like my vision was worse with the new glasses than with the old, even after a generous adjustment period. The woman helping me at the optical shop said that the first thing to do was to see the ophthalmologist about the problem. Then she offered to put the old lenses back in their frames for the interim. Better than nothing, I thought, and agreed, and have been wearing them since. My world has been very blurry of late.
Well, I can't stand the blur any more, so today I'm going back to the shop to let her know that I'm seeing the doctor next week (appointments are hard to get, especially during the summer breaks) and to ask her to put the new lenses back into the frames just in case the doc wants to see them that way. This will be a challenge for my language skills, if only because situations like this tend to make me very nervous. Wish me luck!
I hope you can get the glasses corrected. I’m with you when it comes to my confidence in my language skills in these situations. I’m sure your French is much better than my Spanish. Good luck!
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