A few days ago, Charlotte was folding the arms on her glasses to put them away so she could play flute (she uses different glasses for this). The frames broke in the middle, between the two lenses.
I booked an appointment with the optometrist and we were lucky because it had been one year and a few days since our last visit. My health insurance would cover the vision test and we get a discount on new frames.
The East Coast had an unusually early winter storm yesterday and the forecast was for some snow, perhaps with a little accumulation. It wasn’t icy on the road, but the weather was getting worse as we drove to the eye doctor.
As Charlotte and I arrived for the vision test we were having a friendly argument about whether it was sleeting or snowing. I was explaining that the size of the falling sleet/snow determined what it was. I parked the car and pointed to the small icicles falling on the windshield and said, “See them? That’s sleet!”
Charlotte responded, “No, that’s why we’re here…”
She then rolled her eyes in that special way that teenagers reserve for parents who obviously have the brain capacity of a newborn squirrel.