Glasses

Dorothy Parker, one of my forebears – and models – of spunk and bite, famously said, “Guys don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses.”

Thank goodness I’m long-married to a man who continues to love me mightily, magnificently, despite our recent 50th wedding anniversary, which was celebrated with 150 new friends aboard a cruise on the Columbia River Gorge. Who needs passes when one has security?

Thank goodness also, because I’ve read and read and read to the point that I need the prescription glasses I was able to shed after cataract surgery a dozen years ago.

At our age, body parts have worn out, though thankfully not our hearts and minds. I require knee replacement surgery soon, and, from my experience with the first one last year, I’ll read a book/week as the prescribed distraction. No Netflix and chill for me, the one who’s read voraciously since age four.

Here are some of my pre-selection, Constant Reader (a term I’ve borrowed from Stephen King)

Pay no heed to the featured meme, my friend. I want and need advice in this new venture. Whaddayathink: 1, 2 or 3?