{"id":454,"date":"2023-02-17T08:15:02","date_gmt":"2023-02-17T08:15:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/marcielsims.com\/?p=454"},"modified":"2023-02-24T22:40:05","modified_gmt":"2023-02-24T22:40:05","slug":"ilona-cole-story-119","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/marcielsims.com\/index.php\/2023\/02\/17\/ilona-cole-story-119\/","title":{"rendered":"Ilona Cole, Story 119"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><strong>Next dramatic chapter in life<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Next dramatic chapter in life\u2026Getting glasses<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter is-resized\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/marcielsims.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/Short-Story-VIII-A-Thanksgiving-to-remember.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-455\" width=\"314\" height=\"480\" srcset=\"https:\/\/marcielsims.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/Short-Story-VIII-A-Thanksgiving-to-remember.jpg 513w, https:\/\/marcielsims.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/Short-Story-VIII-A-Thanksgiving-to-remember-197x300.jpg 197w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 314px) 100vw, 314px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>It was the summer of 1980 and I&#8211; Ilona &#8211;was 53 years old. Going to and from Vancouver where we lived to Longview where I worked, I had noticed the strain on my eyes trying to read the signs on the streets, the Interstate five freeway signs and of course the work at my desk. I thought the time had come for an eye exam and most likely glasses. Oh my, I had been holding off on this\u2026 I hated glasses. Over fifty and here goes my looks, I was saying while driving to Portland for my eye exam. What comes next? False teeth, hearing aid and eventually sensible shoes? <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>After my\nexam Doctor Zell told me, exactly what I had feared. I needed glasses. I picked\na gold frame; it went well with my auburn hair and the Optician ordered the\nlenses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I walked a\nfew blocks to my favorite florist, before picking up my car, to get myself a\nbouquet of beautiful flowers. No occasion, just because I deserved them after\nthis drama I just went through. Luke\u2019s Florist my favorite flower shop always\nhad gorgeous stems of large orchid blossoms, so I picked the white with purple\ninside and also purchased a lovely Asian vessel where I could arrange them with\nsome greens, when I get home. All the way home on I-5 I was crying, feeling\nsorry for myself, until I got home and got a big hug from my sweetheart Hal. At\nthe dinner table my Hal wanted to know what made me cry. I told him my sad\ntale, we both started laughing, and I started to feel better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In a few\ndays on a Saturday, I picked up my glasses and after that weekend wore them\ndriving to Longview. This was quite different. I could read all the signs on\nthe road, the freeway, the name of the clinic I worked in and things in general\nlooked much clearer. I was most likely embarrassed or uncomfortable about my\nglasses. Every time Doctor Neil came to my office to talk with me, I removed my\nglasses and then looked up to speak with him. After this went on for a few days\nDoctor Neil asked\u2026\u201dIlona can\u2019t you hear with your glasses on?\u201d We both had a\ngood laugh and from then on, I kept my glasses on and just got used to what was\neventually inevitable. &nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Next dramatic chapter in life Next dramatic chapter in life\u2026Getting glasses It was the summer of 1980 and I&#8211; Ilona &#8211;was 53 years old. Going to and from Vancouver where we lived to Longview where I worked, I had noticed the strain on my eyes trying to read the signs on the streets, the Interstate &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/marcielsims.com\/index.php\/2023\/02\/17\/ilona-cole-story-119\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Ilona Cole, Story 119&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/marcielsims.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/454"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/marcielsims.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/marcielsims.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marcielsims.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marcielsims.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=454"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/marcielsims.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/454\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":472,"href":"https:\/\/marcielsims.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/454\/revisions\/472"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/marcielsims.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=454"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marcielsims.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=454"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marcielsims.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=454"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}