Unanswerable Question Of The Day

Why didn’t Harry Potter use magic to fix his eyesight?

I got into bed the other night with a pot of tea, a book, and my glasses, ready to settle in for a couple of hours of indulgence. The book was printed with a smaller font than the average bear, so rather than squinting, up I got and toddled off to the study to rummage for a stronger pair of glasses.

Once I was all snug again I looked at the page without my glasses and saw nothing but a blur.

I’m so used to looking through glasses these days that it was a bit of a shock. I’m sure it was only a few years ago when my eyesight was perfect.

I reflected, with a sort of enigmatic melancholy, on the passage of time and how I would if I could, and without a moment’s hesitation use magic to fix my eyesight.

And so I wondered … why didn’t Harry Potter use magic to fix his eyesight?

Not having immediate access to JK Rowling, I put the thought away, poured myself a cup of tea (after I put my glasses on) and got on with my book.

Turns out the question is answerable via the ‘magic’ of the interwebz, a reddit thread, and ‘beatskin’ who posted this six years ago …

When a fan asked J.K. Rowling why Harry Potter wears glasses, Rowling answered: “Because I had glasses all though my childhood and I was sick and tired of the person in the books who wore the glasses was always the brainy one and it really irritated me and I wanted to read about a hero wearing glasses. It also has a symbolic function, Harry is the eyes onto the books in the sense that is always Harry’s point of view, so there was also that, you know, facet of him wearing glasses”.

There you have it.

My glasses all have wire or black plastic rims. I would rock a pair like these!

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Summer is Done, and I am Done with Summer!

Oh my stars! It’s dusty in here!

Hi there … yeah I know, I haven’t been around for a while. Blame it on the Summer from Hades! … I am.

I am so thankful that today is the Autumn Equinox.

Seriously, this is what my year has been … 3 months of snow, 3 months of rain, 3 months of searing temperatures and no rain. Throw in assorted migraines, wildfire smoke, (which went away then came back, just to make sure we weren’t missing it) 9 months of continually battling with bronchitis, (not quite. I’m sure there were one or two days where I felt marginally OK) and I’m ready to see the back end of 2017!

I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to feel healthy.

2016 may’ve been the year of dead famous people, but 2017 is well on its way to be the Queen of WTF-uckery for this decade.

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You ever notice the odd things you do when you’re under-the-weather?

Near the beginning of the year I treated myself to a box set of the Harry Potter books, and read them from cover to cover to cover, etc during my winter bout with the dastardly ‘chitis.

When the 30° temperatures and smoke turned up, ‘chitis used it as a perfect excuse to smack me around some more, and there I was, reaching for Harry Potter yet again, like comfort food.

I’m still in convalescent mode and I have good days, and not-so-good days where I give up trying and just stay in bed.

And here he is again, The Boy Who lived!

I’m on chapter 23 of The Half-Blood Prince, (book 6, of 7, for those who aren’t HP aficionados) so I suspect I’ll be my usual Widder-self in short order.

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Another reason to celebrate the end of Summer is that Coco, the Community Cat has made a comeback. The very day the weather turned toward sanity, there she was a-knocking on the front door, announcing that it was cuddle season again.

Who are we to deny her cuddles?

(Coco the Community Cat is a lovely lass who lives across the way and visits (except in the heat of Summer) all the people in our lane who are bereft of feline company. She comes, she cuddles, (and sheds) and ambles off home when she’s all cuddled up 🙂 )