Postologie

At first it was very slow and I didn’t notice it: Maybe I couldn’t read the fine print on a bottle of aspirins. Then other challenges presented themselves like reading shampoo bottles, or coloured printing in magazines. And forget about anything in a size 10 font. Now my tub literature is restricted to just looking at the pictures in National Geographic. But yesterday when we were driving through Mississauga I read Sawmill Valley Creek as Small Willey Creek and realized it is high time to have my prescription checked. Life’s too short to see small willies where they don’t exist.