erik benson, the boy that I talk about a lot, is … well … blind. ok, maybe not blind exactly, but he certainly can’t see the clarity that my brown eyes view the world through. he sees more of a blur. and has thus, spent most of all of our togetherness {over 5 years, that is}, squinting and straining. I must say, though, he’s pretty lucky that he’s able to “squint-it-out”, which must mean he’s not as blind as I think he is. however, in an effort to relax the poor muscles in his face, we did what we said we would do {years ago}, and we took him to the eye doctor. and not just the walmart kind of eye doctor {not that their doctors of vision are any less legit, but their selection of frames isn’t as, let’s say, sturdy, as my contractor-man needs}, but we went to the real, get-your-eyes-dilated, kind of doctor. and they promptly signed him up for a nice new pair of specs.
and I must say, he sure does look cute:
lame picture I know, but it’s the best I could steal without him protesting
I wanted him to get something along the lines of these:
but he went for the traditional black frames instead.
probably a smart move.
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