Reading glasses are a necessary component to my reading and writing activities, so the other day when I couldn't find them I was frantic. I searched the entire house as well as my pickup truck and they were nowhere to be found. My spouse will tell you that my glasses have re-appeared in places such as the refrigerator (next to the coffee creamer), and in a potted plant (we're not sure about that one). I've also left them at the barn where I need to do up-close work such as trimming my horse's facial whiskers and pastern hairs (the part just below the horse's ankle that gets "feathers") for a well-groomed look. I have no idea what happened to that pair of glasses. They probably ended up in the manure spreader. It is a known fact that in order to find my "specs" I need to sit down on the sofa and mentally re-trace my steps...so I did. I didn't have to go far in my thought process, before I realized I just sat on my glasses. "Dear", my spouse said, "Now maybe you'll understand the importance of putting things away when you are finished with them." Yeah, I do know, but in this case hindsight is 20/20. Copyright 2005 by Pamela Beers. All rights reserved. |
