P is for progressives. It's the vision thing.
If Monday night's DNC tribute to Ted Kennedy wasn't enough to make me feel that I'm ::cough:: well into my middle age, during my last eye exam I was asked the fateful question, "Are you sitting farther away from the computer screen than you used to?" Uhhhh....
It turns out that for me presbyopia is all about the middle distances. It's no problem to thread a needle or to pick out street signs, but somehow my arms aren't long enough to read the paper. So I got progressive lenses.
Alas, I hate them. I find the intentionally variable vertical focus to be nausea-inducing and the unintentional lateral distortion greatly increases the size of my blind spot when I'm driving. Perhaps I'll do better with plain old reading glasses or maybe these snazzy DIY reading clip-ons.
The Ravel*****s may be over, but all the nutty goodness continues to amaze and delight, particularly the Parade of FOs and the tribute to the Bobicii. My second and last contribution to the parade is this pair of Spring Forward socks (my ::cough:: first complete pair for Summer of Socks), pictured with golden Jersey tomatoes.
I have a third Ravel*****s project still in progress – no medal there, but that's as expected. It's for a swap and will be revealed presently.
Redacted 6/26/12: The Ravelry event formerly known by a name that rhymes with and supposedly infringes on the Olympics™.