April 23, 2004


OK. My clip-on bed lamp broke.
I went out to buy a new one.
No luck.
I started calling around.
No luck.
(You used to find these inexpensive items in every store.)

So, I checked online.
I found some dealers.
I ordered four because they only last so long and you never know.

A few days later, I receive an e-mail from the dealer.
They are out of stock.
The manufacturer has discontinued this item. OK.

I look again, find another dealer and ordered four. Slightly different style.
The lamps arrived today.
I put the three back-ups in a cabinet.

I take one of the lamps out of its box and prepare to put it on the headboard. A label needs to be removed from the lamp.
The label says:

CAUTION: Handling the cord on this product will expose you to lead, a chemical known to the State of California to cause (cancer, and) birth defects or other reproductive harm. Wash hands after handling.

I threw caution to the wind, clipped on the lamp, put in a light bulb and plugged it in. I did wash my hands after completing the task. Am I in danger?


Today, I went by to pick up my new extra-light spectacles with Silhouette frames with Varilux blended lenses. They cost a pretty penny. But, since until now, I have had to keep three sets of spectacles, I guess it's worth it. I wish I had them last week when I had some sort of eye infection. I have them on now. They take a little getting used to. Moving on


When I was in Junior High the time came when I could no longer see the blackboard sitting in the front row. My mother took me to the eye doctor. Dreaded glasses were ordered. In the 50's we wore black horn rimmed frames with pointy edges. I hated them. For many years I wore them only in class and when we were at the movies. I would whip them off immediately after and walk around smiling and waving to everyone, just in case. I got to know people by the way they moved, by the unique rhythm of their bodies. In those days, it WAS generally accepted that "Men don't make passes at girls who wear glasses."

It got harder and harder to see. No mind. I was a teenager and too interested in boys to want to don these awful things when I didn't have to. When I started to drive at 18, my license had the statement: "Must wear corrective lenses."

I met Pete during my second year of college. I was 19. We started dating. I think I started to love him when the day he said of my glasses. "Put them on and keep them on!" Of course, I didn't at first.

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