It’s been twenty days since I lost my beloved, spectacularly expensive progressive glasses. In the interim, even though it looked most likely that I somehow threw them in the garbage, I’ve continued to look forlornly for them.
Welp, today the wonderful glasses are FOUND!
Amazing grace!
Having finally, late last night, climbed out from under the load of work that fell on my head right at the end of the semester (a hundred thousand words of stoont drivel isn’t enough???), today I determined to clean the house. Really clean it. Among the many tasks that have been awaiting for two or three months was to do something with two old throws I’d folded up and stacked on top of the bureau drawers, for lack of any other convenient place to put them.
One is a white, loose-woven afghan-like thing I bought at Ikea, very soft and pretty until the first time I washed it, when the darn thing shrank and morphed from an oblong into a funny-looking square). But it was still fine for the dog. Then I have this ice-blue cotton throw. It was the middle of the winter when all the folding and stacking was going on—and when it’s 50 degrees in your bedroom, something about a glacier-blue blanket is less than perfectly appealing. I set it on top of the shrunken Ikea throw and convinced myself that this pile was somehow decorative. It’s been gathering dust since the middle of January.
So today I bestir myself to do something with this junk, since it’s time to take the down blanket off the bed. Figure the glacial blue thing can go back on the bed and the misshapen Ikea afghan can go…somewhere else. Pick up the blue thing and what do I find but a familiar temple piece poking out through the fabric the Ikea throw. It’s the glasses! They’re all wrapped up into and tangled into the white throw’s loosely knitted yarn.
Had a helluva time getting them out—bent the nosepiece wresting them free of the synthetic yarn. But there they were!
How on earth the glasses got UNDERNEATH the tightly woven blue throw and tangled up INSIDE the white rag, I can’t imagine. I haven’t touched those things in three months!
Is that strange or not?
Good to hear! Usually in situations like that you end up finding them the day after you go to the office and pick up your new ones! 🙂
Wonderful, you found them. Looks like you have a poltergeist in your house. Sleep tight now. HEHE
Mwa ha! My friend KJG suggested I must be sleepwalking. It could be the only rational explanation. Unless the dog grabbed them,flew to the top of the bureau, stuffed the spectacles into the bedding, and parachuted back to the floor.
Hum…. I typed, “Yea!!!!” and was told my comment was to short, to go back and try again.
Okay, how about:
Yippie Skippie!!!!
Hurray! Sometimes thing just work out!
you must have prayed at some point to St. Anthony like I suggested 🙂