Where Are My Glasses

I Can’t Find Them

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Have you ever misplaced your glasses? If the answer is yes, welcome to the club. I used to have just cheaters but now have a prescription pair I use for everyday use. I’m blind without them. God, forbid I forgot them when I head into work. I may as well turn around and go back home because I’d be useless without them. How many hours I spend looking for my glasses when I have misplaced them is unknown. I’m sure I do not want to know the number. My husband Gary is always like, “you just had them”. I know this but now they are nowhere to be found. I put them down someplace where I was sure I’d remember putting them. But now I cannot remember where that is. Am I the only one with this affliction? 

On my Head

I’ve had them on the top of my head and still couldn’t find them. This is starting to get serious. The need to get numerous pairs is always at the forefront of my mind. But, my glasses are not cheap, so I need to always know where my one pair is. 

Can I See

Going to get my eyes checked again is something that needs to be done also. Finding the time to do it has not been accomplished as of yet. My life is busy with two part time jobs: two dogs and grandkids and ball games. Finding the time has now become somewhat of a priority because the glasses I have now are old and need to be updated. Maybe tomorrow I will call and make an appointment. If not tomorrow the day after that. At some point it will get done. 

What and Where

My husband and I find things in places in our house that do not belong in that place. For instance, I opened our drawer in the kitchen to get a twist tie and found something in there that belonged in the refrigerator. I looked in disbelief and had to call Gary out of the bathroom to show him. It wasn’t me that put it there but I’m sure I have my fair share of putting things in the wrong place. 

Out of all these things my glasses are the worst. On a daily basis I’m looking for my glasses more than once. Why they disappear is a mystery to me. I just had them and poof they are gone. Looking high and low I retrace my steps. Most of the time I find them, but Gary has been known to find them before me. Here they are, he says, handing them to me. How one little pair of glasses can disappear so much really baffles me. Maybe the reasoning behind it is I have so much on my mind all the time. Excuses are like liars you can only take so much. 

Chain on Please

Thinking about it maybe I should get one of those chains I see people with, so they always know where their glasses are. I’ve always thought those were for old people. But I guess I'm one of them now. An old person I mean. Being in our sixties qualifies Gary and I as old. We get the senior discount at the grocery store making it glaringly obvious we are at that age. Admitting it is the first step. I’m told it only gets worse from here so we should enjoy our sixties. 

Forgetting my glasses may be the least of my problems as I grow older. So, for now I’ll deal with it and soldier on. 

I’m sure tomorrow will come; I’ll get up and begin the search again for my glasses. 

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It’s Groundhog Day forever over here. Peat and repeat.

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