I lost my glasses, so I had to find my spare pair. I dislike the spare pair because I get my hair caught in the hinge on the stem and then there’s breakage. I hate that.
I went to the grocery store with the spare pair to get the Sunday paper, then headed to my Zoom Zumba teacher’s garage sale the next town down. Someone from exercise class was bringing a birthday cake at 10:00, and it was only 9:15, but I was part-way there, so I headed down the freeway.
When I got there, I saw the husband and son but no Yuko. A purple boa was marked as free, so I grabbed it. Then I found a plastic watering can, two shovels, a green metal stake, a hippie costume, and a cute little pitcher. The grand total was $7.00.
I took my stash and had help loading the shovels into my stuffed Prius by the college son. The cake wasn’t coming for twenty-five minutes, and it would look weird to just stick around, so I drove down the street with every intention of reading the Sunday paper while I waited. I couldn’t find my spare pair of glasses, only my sunglasses. I basically cleaned the car trying to find them. The glasses were nowhere. I looked under the seats and then walked down the street to the garage sale. There was a box of lemons at one house, so I took one.
When I got to the sale house, I spotted my glasses on a table where I had paid. What a doof! I grabbed the glasses and handed my exercise teacher the lemon. Then I left again. It still wasn’t 10:00. I ended up leaving because going there a third time would have been weird, and I needed to walk the dog before it got any later. The park gets pretty crowded on Sundays.
I wanted some cake. Oh, well. I didn’t get any cake yesterday, either, although I sang happy birthday to a friend at a winery but then went off to dance to September with a friend. She goes ape over that song, even though her name is April. Go figure.
Then, when I got back from the dog walk, I went outside with my fake cup of coffee to play ball with Daisy, dog #2. When I set the coffee on the ladder as I always do, I found my main glasses, where they’d been for two days on the paint tray to the ladder. What a relief.
In two days, I lost two pairs of glasses, found two pairs of glasses, and missed out on two pieces of cake.
Then I watched Sixty Minutes, about doggy dementia, and how studying it can help scientists understand people dementia. My sis had it. My uncle had Alzheimer’s. It’s a worry, especially when I keep losing stuff, a new thing for me.
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