Eye Care

Yesterday Saturday morning, after work shift I thought of having my eyes checked for possible change in my grade. It had been two years since I had my eyes checked. Ever since I had worked with a Call Center my activities had been limited to home and office. There is one new shopping center in Ayala Makati City I had not visited. There is one optical shop I was looking for. They changed their location. I thought of spending time for a reasonable price of eyeglasses and lens in case there is a need to change my eyeglasses. I found the optical shop in Glorietta 5, Ayala Center.

I advised the lady Optometrist already had a record with them two years back. She left the counter and in few minutes came back. She found my record. I did not ask if they had me in their data base or maybe found the old index card I filled out when I walk in for the first time as a new customer. I noticed when I entered the shop the space was compressed. There were limited stocks of eyeglasses frames, unlike in their former place. I thought it is probably because to have a shop in that shopping mall is expensive. The lady optometrist checked my eyes. I was happy to learn my grade did not change. I thought for a while to just pay for the consultation but changed my mind. I was so pleased by the way the lady optometrist explained to me my eye problem when I peppered her with lots of questions.

Working for customer service myself, I want to please the good eye doc. I asked for the prices of their frames and the cost of my lens. The grade of my eyes is not that much. It is just my  astigmatism that is causing my dilemma. I chose a not so expensive frame for my distance eyeglasses. After an hour of waiting and roaming around the shopping center, I am a proud owner of a stylish new eyeglasses frame. I promised to come back next month to change my frame for my reading and computer eyeglasses. I intend to go to the  Ophthalmologist accredited by our office before I change my lens. Second opinion matters at times.

Saying Goodbye

I am not good at saying goodbye. For almost eleven years we had been together in my room. I love to glance at the smooth face as the hands runs slowly. A companion indeed for so long, it is difficult let go. Nothing is permanent in life I had accepted this notion long time ago. However when parting time comes, it is difficult. The ticking had stopped. The familiar sound is no more…

Yes, my old wall clock had stopped running. I thought I needed to change the battery. When I took out the old battery and slipped the new one. I thought the hand would start to run. The ticking sound would come to life again, but no more. I checked on the small piece of paper I pasted at the back of the wall clock. It says Oct 1998. It was then I realized the needed rest is worthwhile. When I buy things I normally would write using a marking pen at the back of the item or the gadget I bought. This serves as my guide of its lifespan. Actually, I was mesmerized by the length of time the wall clock was with me. To think it is not even a branded one.  

I remember the very day I bought it. I chose the green color the first time. When I got home, I asked myself why did a pick the green one? The following day I went back to the mall. Never mind if I need to spend on my fare to get to the mall. I want the red wall clock. I got lucky there was one available from the stock room. Never mind if I followed a long line for the returned items. The sales lady who rummaged from the stock room was I guess as tired as I am. I followed the long queue standing for at least half an hour.  Well, time to buy another wall clock.  

I want a wall clock hanging on the wall. At a glance, it provides me with ease what time of the day it is. That is, without the need for me to wear my reading eyeglasses. I could read from a distance without my eyeglasses on, folks. Right, the wall clock will be red again, my favorite color.