[Family life update; don't read please.]
So I bought two new pairs of eyeglasses, of the progressive lens type. This is so I don't have to switch between regular glasses when I look up at the class and to reading glasses when I look down at my notes. I can't believe how expensive they were. Between the two of them, they were like $900. They were selected for me by a cute, stylish I don't know, glasses selector lady. Girl, really. She looked about 16. It was at a strip mall in East San Diego, so it's not like I was in Brentwood or something. I take them home, show the family unit and everybody agrees they look, uh, not so good. I pressed for a reason. I finally got -- they make me look "dorky". Not the look I was going for. On top of that, the progressive feature seems like it is going to be hard to get used to, as in, hard to walk without falling over. By harranging LWJ I was finally able to get her to back down to "not particularly flattering"; still not very good.
Driving there and back I was listening to a Teaching Company professor lecture about the Bhagavad Gita and how desire never does you any good. How true. Even desiring not to look dorky was evidently too much. I'm going to keep the glasses, dorky or not. You can't fight these things. It's bad karma to even try. They won't take them back anyway. Son No. 3 helpfully observed, think how many poor African children you could have fed for $900.
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