The first item lost was a pair of prescription eyeglasses, the kind that darken themselves in the sun, doing away with the need of sunglasses but making the transition back indoors a dark one. That was back in December, and I figured the glasses had gone astray in the midst of holiday merrymaking and would turn up as things got put back away. No luck. My old bifocals were still around, so I used them until I couldn’t stand it, then ordered a new pair of glasses just like the old ones that had gone into hiding. Relief, relief!
Until they, too, disappeared.
Then it was the right hearing aid. The joys of the older American: bifocals and hearing aids. Hard to live without them. The final blow, of course, was when the left hearing aid also went missing. Did I have gremlins in the house? Were the dog or cat up to some mischief?
I went into full assault mode. Looked in every drawer and on every shelf. Still no luck. Then one day during the last half of January, when I was thoroughly disgusted with the whole situation, I happened to be sitting in my lounge chair in the bedroom and glanced down. Winking up at me from the floor was a pair of eyeglasses. Intuition took over, and the other pair revealed itself on the carpet on the other side of the chair. I am spectacle-rich!
As to the hearing aids, they too were missing. I really notice that. And I hate to keep saying “Pardon?” or “Tell me again,” so much conversation just sailed right over my head.
Intuition again intervened, and the hearing aids were found on the floor by my bedside table. New batteries required.
Early last fall, I was able to sweeten up my almost-depleted stash of preparations for spinning. I keep this stash in plastic tubs, and the term “almost depleted” really means that I didn’t have anything much in those tubs that I felt like spinning at the moment, either because of color (or lack thereof) or fiber type.
The annual retreat of the Wasatch Woolpack Handspinners Guild takes place the last weekend in July near Park City, and it’s one event that I hate to miss. There are many purveyors of fiber preparations and spinning equipment that attend, and with my slim stash, this was my opportunity to beef it up, so to speak. Besides, I had some cash in hand not already earmarked for other uses.
Soon my stash was again replenished, but since I had found yarn (silk and kid mohair, too yummy to resist), the stash has sat untouched recently as I have been knitting up the luxury yarn. My goal is to have the item under the needles done by the time the Olympics is over. That, of course, would be in time to wear it before the weather gets hot.