Wednesday, December 4, 2019
Yesterday I could not find one pair of the distance glasses.
“I can’t believe I am missing a pair of glasses.”
“Could you have left them somewhere outside the house?”
“No, I wore them bowling and driving home. I would miss them driving so I know I had them. They have to be in the house.”
“Did you check all the bathrooms, sometimes you leave them there?”
“No way, I always wear them into the house.”
“They’ll turn up somewhere.”
“If they are missing, it must be your fault.”
“Why my fault?”
“Because I can’t blame myself, isn’t that what wives are for…blame?”
“You’re a jerk!”
“Wait. When I was bowling, you called and said for me to call you at work when I got home. Then I called and you wanted me to give you some information on size and model of your workout sneakers.”
“So I had to get my readers to see the information on the inside of your shoe.”
“So I had to take off my regular glasses and get the readers. I called you from the front door. I must have taken the glasses and put them somewhere by the door. See, it was your fault”
“Why was that my fault.”
“You distracted me. You know I can’t change my routines.”
“Just go see if that is where you left your glasses.
I went to the front door and did not find them. Then I went over to where her sneaker was. I found the glasses. If I hadn’t been able to backtrack my movements, I would not have found these glasses for months.
They were on a living room chair, a chair that we never sit on.
If I really needed glasses, I would not have found these.