Reading glasses are a necessary component to my reading and writing activities, so the other day when I couldn't find them I was frantic.
I searched the entire house as well as my pickup truck and they were nowhere to be found.
Of course, it always happens when I'm already late for an appointment.
My spouse will tell you that my glasses have re-appeared in places such as the refrigerator (next to the coffee creamer), and in a potted plant (we're not sure about that one), and the usual place (between the cushions on the sofa).
I've also left them at the barn where I need to do up-close work such as trimming my horse's facial whiskers and pastern hairs (the part just below the horse's ankle that gets "feathers") for a well-groomed look.
I have no idea what happened to that pair of glasses.
They probably ended up in the manure spreader.
It is a known fact that in order to find my "specs" I need to sit down on the sofa and mentally re-trace my steps...
so I did.
I didn't have to go far in my thought process, before I realized I just sat on my glasses.
If they had been in the usual place between the sofa cushions it would have taken me three times as long to find them.
"Dear", my spouse said, "Now maybe you'll understand the importance of putting things away when you are finished with them.
" Yeah, I do know, but in this case hindsight is 20/20.
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