I’ll let that title sit with you for a second before I explain.
Brad has been wearing glasses since early elementary school. I’ve always known that without them he’s basically blind, but the other night we had a conversation that made me realize that the differences in our eyesight was more than just a little bit of blurriness. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: Wow, it’s really dark in here. I think I want to put a night light in the bathroom
Brad: Are you kidding? It’s super bright in here. There’s light pouring in through the door and there’s a bunch coming through the peephole. Please don’t put a night light in the bathroom
(Note: our weird apartment has two entrances, one in the living room and one in our bedroom. So we have a peephole to the hallway in one of our bedroom doors.)
Me: There’s only a little speck of light coming through there.
Brad: Without my glasses on, every tiny bit of light looks like a lot of light
There will be no night light in the bathroom needless to say.
Last night after climbing into bed, he realized that we had forgotten to set the thermostat to our night time temperature. After declining to play rock, paper, scissors in our pitch black room to see who would fix it he went to change the temperature… without his glasses.
“Geez, I had to basically make out with the thermostat to change the temperature,” he said coming back into our room. I really don’t know what I said in response but I must have made fun of his eyesight again because he said, “I’m blind as a bat without the benefit of screaming at things to see where they are.”
When he starts screaming at the thermostat to find it, I’ll be scared.