For years I have arisen each day and placed glasses upon my nose. The habit is perpetual, practiced and persistent.
Now, after cataract surgery, I only use reading glasses.
Some mornings I wander back to my dresser to find my glasses. Even though I can see perfectly well. Even though I know in my head they are not necessary.
But I’m still looking for the ghost glasses that should be upon my nose.
Maybe that’s my halloween costume – a pair of ghost glasses no longer needed placed upon a willing nose demanded by a practice of decades.
I could stand, holding my candy bag open, pushing my ghost glasses up as I explain that this is indeed a costume. This is nothing like what I would normally wear. In fact, I have a totally new face, a mask people have never seen before.
Or, I can just stay home!