I woke up to the usual Monday morning blurry-eye fest, and staggered down to see how bad Denver got mauled. Now it seemed ridiculous, and I told myself my daily "I really need to get new glasses" lecture. I sat down, put my shoes on, and went to clean the lenses...wait, make that LENS, singular! Mind you NONE of the other things I did that night did I do with glasses on. It had to be somewhere between the computer and the couch.
For those of you who don't peruse the comments, let me paste up an answer I gave about the extent of the search:
...the couch has been checked in every possible way several times . In addition to all the likely places, my laundry hamper, the trash in the kitchen and bathroom, under the printer, under the dog cage, under every throw rug, my clothes drawers, under the refrigerator and stove, the living room closet, Laurie's room, the stairs, inside books, in chairs I never sat in all day, the pants I wasn't wearing at the time, kitchen cabinets....
And none of that is an exaggeration. You should hope to never have a proctology exam as thorough as what that sofa has had about eight times. But the lens is still gone. I am beyond clueless as to where it could be, but am on the watch for suspiciously shaped dog turds (even though Scrappy would never eat a non-food item unless it was caked with baked on cheese or soaked in grease).
So I left work at noon (never mind I was a half-hour late) to check the room one last time, get out my insurance, and see if it covered the Wal Mart Vision center (it did.) We got there at 12:45 and were told the doctor's next opening (which this was the first time I had failed to get right in) was at 3. Great. So we got something to eat down the street, which took us to about 1:35. I sent Laurie home to get some sleep, and basically wandered around until 2:55 (when they let me fill out paperwork). Laurie arrived at 3:20, at which point I was still waiting to get in. Finally got examined, got out with dilation drops in my eyes, and looked for frames until the assistant called me over to do the insurance thing.
I have good insurance, not ObamaCrap, so it paid for all but a $10 deductible- with one slight hitch. Wal-Mart accepts my insurance- but not the optometrist, so I had to eat the exam fee. Still that ain't bad, but the part that convinced me this was God's way of saying, "I have been telling you to get new glasses..." was what I found among the frame choices...
So now, I'm fighting gamely through working with my readers, taking it easier on my reading, and.. Oh! Two other things I wanna mention. Don't forget to stop by the NHFFL fantasy football page. Are the State Ducks still undefeated? Will a power rise from the Purple Division and take control? You won't know unless you look. Second, I got Sunday picture news for you all...
|Look! they way to Shoaff Park is now OPEN!|
|Scrappy was beyond excited to add new places to his route!|
|This new part takes you down from bridge level and across the little inlet and onto an actual neighborhood street.|
|These folks have a lot of neat little pathways down to the river- which, being private property, we stayed out of.|
|The street ends at those yellow posts becoming bike-and-foot-traffic only.|
|Then, up another boardwalk...|
|This is really scenic and neat- for Indiana, leastwise.|
|Suddlenly, sunlight breaks around the bend. What could it be?|
|A soccer field! Right at the edge of the park.|
|Here's the choice- up the paved road, or down the trail into the woods? What do you think?|
|Now we've been here before- a ravine that forms the southern border.|
|Oh, those whacky squirrels!|
|Once around the pond, and it's time to head back.|
|Here's a big noisy kingfisher that... Crap! Missed it!|
|Here's Scrappy wading into the... Crap! Missed that, too!|
|Heron fishing on the way home...|
|I thought I missed him taking off, too!|