I was in quite a tizzy yesterday morning. I could not find my glasses. That may not seem like a really big deal to you unless like me you can’t see more than a foot in front of you without your specs. My glasses are usually on my face, if not there then on top of my head. About the only time I don’t have my glasses attached to me is when I am sleeping, then they are on the table next to the bed.
I have worn glasses since I was eight. That’s a long time and in all that time, even as a little girl, I have never lost my glasses. It took me probably fifteen minutes to find them. I was beginning to panic. I mean I knew they had to be in the house but without them on my face it was hard to see to find them. Then I was afraid to sit down in case I had put them on a chair or the sofa. Walking around also was a bit troublesome; what if I had dropped them on the floor and stepped on them?
Obviously, I did find my precious spectacles. They were on the sofa under the newspaper. Good thing I didn’t sit there to think about where they were. I don’t remember taking them off and I guess I didn’t really notice I didn’t have them on until I was looking for my earrings and realized that my morning was fuzzier than usual . Kinda scary, huh?
Getting old is very interesting. Someday I will tell you about almost going to the store in my jammies. Bet you can hardly wait.