Nana called wanting an obit from the hometown newspaper. I spread the paper out on the living room floor to search. When I found the one she needed, I took off my glasses to read it to her. "That's the one, send it to me please." Tossed the page on the couch, got up and wandered off continuing to chat.
Realized sometime later my glasses weren't on my head. Wandered around the house, still chatting, looking in all the usual locations. Back to the living room to look among the papers on the floor and didn't see them there.
Thought maybe I had laid them on the couch and covered them up with the obit page. (Of course I wouldn't have laid them on the floor on the dark, highly patterned rug, that's not a good place.) Leaned over the and heard the ccccrrrruuunnnccchhhhh...under my foot. Found my glasses. They took a direct hit from my size 9 clodhoppers.
The lenses weren't damaged, just the little fishing line thingies that hold them in place. Those can be easily replaced. The frames are a little whomperjawed, but they too should be easily repaired. I really needed new glasses anyway. Off to the optical shop on Monday for an eye exam.
Wearing my old 1993 specs now. Luckily the prescription is the same as the current ones.
Friday, January 29, 2010
EDM #11 - Draw Your Glasses