Glasses

2006 Story Set

Date: January 23, 2006
      I just spent 1 1/2 hours looking for my glasses.
      Being OCD, when something is discovered to be lost (which normally occurs when I am about to SIT DOWN and RELAX - like with a book) - I HAVE to find it.
      So I searched.
      My bedroom (I think I wore them to watch TV last night - I think - I do not wear them to read in bed - or anywhere else).
      My computer. (I do not wear them to type.)
      The bathroom.
      The other bathroom (after touching up my roots - I had taken a shower).
      Downstairs to the kitchen where I had run the dishwasher. (Means I spent time there.) (5 minutes)
      The garage - where I was running laundry loads.
      The third bathroom.
      The sofa.
      The computer desk down there.
      The sofa.
      The hassock.
      The other hassock in front of the TV (there in case TV tips over.)
      No joy.
      Back upstairs.
      Repeat search pattern.
      Tear up bed.
      Remake bed.
      Make note to change sheets on bed.
      Toss pillows and clothes around.
      Straighten them back up.
      Repeat search pattern.
      Go downstairs again and repeat that search pattern.
      Discover that your NEW glasses (I don't wear them often) are missing.
      Go upstairs.
      Find them (in their case in the master bedroom bathroom drawer for "safety". This takes a few more minutes.
      Tear up bed again.
      Debate about throwing clothes and pillows on the floor.
      Throw laundry over the banister.
      Check other side of bed.
      Wearing the new glasses, I catch a glint, down between the headboard and the bed (unattached) and the side table (propping up headboard).
      There they are!
      Little suckers.
      I crawled under the bed and rescued them.
      It's times like these that I think laser - if I wasn't both near-sighted and far-sighted.
      They can only correct one way.
      It has been suggested that I do one eye one way - the other eye the other way.
      The brain sorts it out.
      Won't that give you headaches???
      Having gone up and downstairs about 15 times today - I must now rest.
      I gave up on bras- when I have trouble breathing - you need your chest to be able to quickly expand. Fat lady bras impeed that.
      Oh well.
      I have curlers in and eyeliner on.
      Tank top and shorts.
      Barefoot.
      My mode of dress reflects the casualness of my current lifestyle.
      Climbing to 80 something today in San Diego. I don't drive back into the frozen North until the 1st.
      Warm breeze.
      Air-conditioners running.
      Hysterical dog back in house (I ran sprinklers - she looses it).
      Cat snuggled in living room in a rocking chair and zoned. (When not begging for Friskies.)
      I munch a slice of Pecan roll from See's and count it as lunch.
      Now where did I leave the damn book?

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