arthFar
"Blind as a rock? is that why rocks don't move - because they'd simply bump into each other randomly if they do?" 
*psychoticdustbunny
"Ever heard of an avalanche?" 
arthFar
"I would very much like to hear the Bunny Breaks Her Glasses horror story."So, by request . . .
While we were camping I broke my glasses. I mean I bent them until they broke. It was morning and they had fallen down on the metal frame of the tent trailer. It was cold and they looked out of shape, so I tried to gently bend them back into shape. I heard my loving hubby say, "It's too cold to do that. If you try to bend them while they are cold they will . . ." SNAP!!!
They broke (notice how I say 'they broke' as opposed to 'I broke them' )in the middle, the bridge part, but at the side of it.
There we were out in the middle of the boonies, not scheduled to return home for another week and me blind as a rock.
So. . . I tried to tape them, but there was nothing to tape. The tape would have had to wrap around the lense, and that kind of defeats the whole purpose of trying to see.
Then my son tried to crazy glue them for me, but there was not enough wire frame left to glue.
We then discovered that I could keep them on my face if I used my clip-on sunglasses. They jiggled all over my face, and being that I have an astigmatism and bifocals that are delicately and precisely measured to situate on my face so that I can actually see, it didn't help that much. For the next week I was in the dark
, or blind as a rock, or both.
When got home I immediately made an appointment with my eye Doc and thought all would be well again. I thought . . .
The Doc suggested a place for me to go where he said they grind their own lenses and would get me fixed up right away, but what did he know? They said because of the strength of my lenses and the astigmatism and the bifocal stuff, it would take at least 2-3 weeks.
But I could get a straight pair of glasses within the hour and pick up the other glasses when they came in. We felt we had no choice, so we went for it. We couldn't afford to buy both pair that day, so we brought the plain glasses and put the frames for my real glasses on hold. We window shopped and came back an hour later to get my glasses. Apparently, after they had finished grinding the lenses to fit into the frames I had chosen, they broke the frames while trying to put the lenses in.
They had the same frames in black, horrid colour for my fair skin, and would put the lenses in them, order the ones I had purchased and call me when they came in so they could take the lenses from the horrid black frames and put them into the copper coloured ones. So I left the store with glasses I could wear, in a hideous colour and without bifocal or astigmatism correction.
About a week later we returned to buy the real glasses. I enquired about the other frames as we had not heard back yet. The woman we were dealing with didn't know what we were talking about as there was nothing written on our file about ordering another frame. . . We found the guy who told us this orginally, and he said that he had ordered them, and when the woman dealing with us asked him why there was no mention of it in the file, he said he had ordered them through another store. This did not sound believable to anyone. When she asked him which store, he sudden got busy and wandered off . . . So she ordered both the replacement frames and my real glasses. We left again with me in the same horrid black frames, not being able to see stairs or read, but still grateful to be able to see anything.
A week later we got a call that both frames were in.
I finally had my real glasses, and copper coloured plain glasses for backup glasses (You know, should I ever decide to intentionally bend them until they break again).
Is this a good enough horror story for you? Methinks it is.
Come and visit the photographer wanna be me.
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We recently went camping with some of our children and our grandchildren. One night, before bed, I got lost on my way to the washroom. The next morning while I was taking my 6-year-old granddaughter to the washroom she said, "Gramma, you see that sign?" I looked up at the street sign on the campsite's one-way road which said, "WRONG WAY". She continued, "That means that is the wrong way to go to the washroom." I thought, "Where were you last night!" 
I'm touched. I'm really touched. Yeah, yeah, you have known that for some time now. This time though, I am not referring to my mental state. It is my heart that has been touched. Those of you who know me best know that hard times have befallen my family. Some wonderful friend has sent me some wonderful gifts that were listed on my dA wishlist. 
I feel so warmed and uplifted. 
I have been enlightened, not just my spirit, but my home too. We are both better because we have these beautiful pieces of art in my home. I cannot wipe this smile off of my face. 
You have made my day, week, month, and possibly year. I will never forget this loving act of charity in my behalf. 
I so do not understand. 
I like this idea. I will petition Mother Nature on this concept. *Shakes her head and opens her eyes to face the harsh reality* 
Until then, *looks outside* I will nudge my boys to go out and shovel 
"April Love" 
This is going to be a tough semester for me. 
