We engage twenty minutes of frantic searching early this morning, hunting for my glasses. The bedding is shaken out; the thickly heavy duvet, the various textured fleeces and wraps are unfolded along with pillows and a basket of clean laundry. All things not nailed down are moved, shaken and tossed to the floor. Pockets are searched, drawers opened…the laundry room, bathrooms…nowhere.
He asks me, ‘What is plan B?’ I look to the ceiling, which I can not see and suggest early retirement. I. Am. Blind.
A few tense minutes roll by. I sit on the edge of the bed and consider the human condition. Suddenly he says, ‘Oh, your glasses are in my pants pocket. How did they get there?’
In life there are many diverse and varied moments. We embrace it all; partly because we should and mostly because we must. This is one of those moments where the old adage ‘Trust God and keep your powder dry’ floats to the top of memory. There may be a gentle shooting later. Stay tuned…
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