When locking myself out, I know how to open the front door with a hanger. I still manage to carry my 9 yr. old (4.9ft., 64 lb.) inside the house and upstairs to his room, every time we come home late and he has fallen asleep in the car. I can even do a three-point shot in basketball if I have to.
But all of a sudden I’m having a hard time threading a needle.
No big deal. Something that happens to most people my age (my age?!), says the doctor while prescribing progressive lenses. It feels weird though.
Ha ha ha…this is so me too!! I used to be able to find my sisters contact lens in the shag carpeting (yes, years ago), thread a needle with no problem ( I used to say to myself „why can’t mom see this?) and now, I have to wear prescription readers for almost all my crochet, and crafting. I miss the days of yesteryear!
„Threatened by a Needle“ is probably more to the point than „To thread a Needle.“ Thanks for your comment – good to know we’re in this together 🙂