LensCrafters in Lloyd Center

It was a perfect day for a walk in Portland.  Cloudy. 

I went for a walk down to Holladay Park (because I like the park), up Seventh (7^th) Street to see Cornerstone Apartments. The apartments are on Clackamas Street behind Burger King.  I was thinking of making an inuriry about living there.  Next I went to Safeway to get a couple of transistor batteries.

It only misted a little.  Even when the sun shines, if there are clouds in the sky, it might rain.  There are all varieties of rain – mist, sprinkle, rain, and downpour.

I was ready.  I wore a raincoat.

Near the end of my walk, I ended up at the Lloyd Center.

My back-up glasses perched atop my nose and I had been wearing them for months.  Over and over, I forgot to take my old glasses to the optician.  A screw at the temple had fallen out, the frame fell apart, and the lens bounced on the carpet at home.

For some reason, I could not put the screw back in properly, so I decided an optician should do it.  I placed all the pieces in an old glass-case and procrastinated.  After all, I liked my spare pair.  They were as close to the new pair as possible without being exactly the same.  Even the prescription was the same.

I wandered into Lloyd Center, tired, beat, and feeling “childlike.”  That’s how I get when I am “tired” – when my reservoir of energy is all used up.  I went into LensCrafters so they could fix my glasses.  Lescrafters is on the second level, second from the same end shared by Sears and Marshall’s.  They are on the south side, the same side as Holladay Park.

A woman with long hair asked if she could help me.  I explained what I was there for and that I had been a customer in the past.

“Whether you’re a customer or not doesn’t make any difference,” she said.  “I’d be happy to fix your glasses.”

I sat down.  She rustled through drawers to find a screw driver the right size.  While she searched, I looked around.  Behind me was a wall of frames, I sat at a long counter where customers probably sat to get fitted and pick up their glasses.  Behind that was a wall with large panes of glass.  On the other side of that wall was a room with lots of equipment.  I seem to remember that they make their own glasses on site and assumed that was the purpose of the equipment.

She fixed me up.  The other screws were loose.  She tightened them while suggesting that a little clear finger polish on each end would stop the screws from backing out.

I forgot to ask her name.