"Pinceladas" are brushstrokes in Spanish. I plan to paint a hundred days in a row, a paragraph at a time.
Day 79 ~ Blurry
That is how I see it all these days. Literally.
When I was seven years old, an eye exam revealed that I was
slightly far sighted and the doctor prescribed
glasses for reading and writing. For two decades I
followed his orders. After college, I limited its
use to computers, although I could see perfectly
fine without them. The first time I actually needed
them was at age 38, when learning how to write
Chinese characters. The strokes were just too
small to do it without glasses in the not-well-lit
classrooms of my community college. But it wasn't
until age 45 that I suffered the real decline:
losing my perfect far vision. I understand tissues
lose flexibility over time and lenses can no
longer accommodate, I have heard it for a long
time. However, I don't think it is so much age
related, but more the result of the many hours I've
spent in front of a computer in the past three
years. Throughout them I have steadily lost both
far and close vision, and particularly so in the
past six months. And it is a loss that I mourn
daily. If I could change one thing about my
physical make-up, that'd be it.
Day 100 ~ Completion
This will be my last par...