glasses. Glasses and cups of coffee.

I have lost my glasses again. A-gain!

I have a problem. I have a torque in my vision: my eyes switch problems at a certain distance, which means I can’t wear bifocals. A doctor who prescribed neomycin for a minor eye infection just before BucConneer nearly blinded me: my eyes got worse and worse, and by the time I lost patience with the pain and blurry vision and went to a major eye clinic, where they informed me it was, yes, allergy—I had some permanent scarring. Which didn’t help.

The upshot of the whole affair is that I can’t wear bifocals: I have to have a separate pair of glasses for every application, and I can’t keep track of them. Things are better since they let me wear contacts again…I am down to one pair, with a few storeboughts. But I have this habit of hanging them from my collar, and they may, for all I can tell, be in shrubbery, on the bottom of the fishpond, or just blending with the carpet in some dark corner.

We pulled an all-house search, upended my working chair and may (we’re having trouble id-ing them for sure) have found the pair of Jane’s glasses that have been missing since a few weeks after she bought them.

But mine are still missing. So I went to Costco to get others. They’d lost my prescription. They’re having to get it from Walmart, who have also lost it. The doctor there called and is going to give me a free brief exam so I can get my glasses…she’s a very good doctor, but the office is a little iffy about organization.

So Jane has her glasses, mine are still missing, and I had to take my contact out because I walked into Lowes after soaker hose and they have something in the air that just killed my eyes.

The coffee cups: I fill ’em, I set ’em down, I find them considerably later. I fill one and discover there’s already one in the microwave. I have, even, though not recently, found one in the ice box. Classic.

But hopefully we will get the glasses thing solved. And then my old ones will turn up, want to bet?