whatimeant2say cannot be said

Two weeks ago, I took our elderly friend, MILlie, to an optical store.  To get new glasses.  MILlie did not like the new glasses that we got 6 months ago.  So, since the day after we picked up those glasses the second time (because they did not suit her the first time) she has been wearing the ones she vehemently opposed before we ever began this adventure last year.

Despite the fact that I had taken MILlie to an eye doctor in town, she chose to go back to her former eye doctor 2 hours away – the one who had been responsible for the first pair of glasses she hated – to get another prescription.  Then, she proceeded to hint to me, not so tactfully, that she needed to get that prescription filled with new glasses.

I polled friends to find out the name of a local place that would meet MILlie’s expectations – something better than the l0w-cost chain store I had taken her to the first time.  Finally, one friend gave me a reference.  It turned out to be right next door to the eye doctor to which I had taken her.  I had initially spurned this place because it looked quite pricey.  MILlie used to get her eyeglasses at Sears, and I was pretty sure she could not handle the sticker shock.

When I explained to MILlie that this was the only other place I had heard of in town that had pleased 100% of the customers I had polled (not mentioning that I only knew one customer), but that it was definitely going to cost more for one pair than the two pairs we got 6 months ago, she pondered it for a couple of weeks.  Finally, she started to hint that I should take her there.

The new shop is a small “boutique” store with one person, the owner, working.  MILlie chose the biggest coke-bottle lenses she could find from the display wall, and told the owner that was what she wanted.  He told her that they were too big.  She looked at me.

“Uhuh,” I said.  “I am not saying anything this time.  I gave you my opinion last time, and you ended up hating them.”

These would have been too small in MILlie's opinion. photo credit: ClickFlashPhotos / Nicki Varkevisser via photopin cc

The owner persuaded her to try another pair that was slightly smaller.  She turned to get my opinion.  I shook my head, and pursed my lips stubbornly.

She finally ordered a pair with absolutely no input from me – despite at least three more attempts.

Today, I took her to pick them up.  When we arrived, there was another pair of ladies already waiting.  The eldest one, when called to the chair where fittings took place, set her glasses down on the table, looked the owner square in the face, and said, “I do NOT like these glasses.  I don’t want bifocals.  I want one pair of dark ones for driving, and I want another pair for reading.”

Her friend, who looked about 60, turned to me smiling.  “Bertie has never been one to mince words.”

I grinned, but inwardly I groaned.  I admired Bertie’s honesty, but I was afraid MILlie would, too.  If MILlie suddenly decided she wanted two different pairs of glasses instead of the multitasking pair we had originally ordered, I was going to have to give this job to someone else and/or feed her glasses to Wonderbutt.

Bertie tried a new pair of frames, and turned to her friend, who said nothing.  Bertie turned back around, and her friend looked at me, smiling with closed mouth as she moved her fingers across her lips.  I sensed a bosom buddy.

Finally, Bertie was pleased.  Her friend quickly got her own business taken care of, and it was MILlie’s turn.  I held my breath for the announcement that she would like to change her glasses.

But the announcement never came.  MILlie tried on her new pair, and declared herself satisfied.  The entire trip home, she exclaimed about the crispness of the leaves on the trees.

I tried to be hopeful, but that was what she did six months ago…


Posted on April 11, 2012, in Aging, Humor, Memory Loss and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 26 Comments.

  1. Funny post!
    Ahhh, the hints…I know all too well…

  2. You are so patient with MILlie! I hope she ends up liking these glasses, too. Is she just keeping all the old ones she doesn’t like??

  3. She is such a character – I love reading your stories about MILlie

  4. LOL… I love Millie! Thats me when I get old… wait I am old! LOL…..

  5. Good for you, helping her out! That is honorable, especially when it’s not easy. 🙂 I hope that she’ll be happy!!

  6. The suspense was killing me! 🙂 Tall person’s grandmother was never satisfied with her glasses and his mother had to endure what you described in your post 🙂

  7. You are a sweetheart for putting up with it 🙂

  8. I always wonder if we will end up being like that when we’re older too: with the hinting, not mincing words, being very particular, and the like. 🙂 You’re an awesome friend!

    • Since I am already stubborn and drive Cap’n Firepants crazy, I will certainly be much more annoying when I am older. But I have sworn to myself that I will grind my own glasses rather than put Dimples through this experience.

  9. bless her heart (and yours). (say that with a texas drawl and hidden meaning.)

  10. Haha, she’s something. I hope she enjoys these for 7 months before she decides she doesn’t like them.

  11. Ah, so sweet though. She’s lucky to have you.

  12. Great post. Milie might need Wonderbutt to remind her how precious glasses can be if this pair doesn’t work out 🙂

    Bella and DiDi

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