I hadn’t had my vision checked in way too long so that when I did, I was lucky that my prescription had only slightly changed.  Nevertheless, I was shocked at the cost of my new glasses. 

They came in a hard plastic case which my small purse didn’t accommodate.  Therefore, I transferred them to a cloth case when I got home and tucked them into my purse.  That was a Friday.  The next day, I shopped for (and bought) a gift at my favorite gift shop.

On Sunday, I realized that my new glasses, never worn, were missing.  The store, where I was sure they had fallen out of my purse when I paid for the gift was closed.  It would not open until Tuesday at noon.  When I called on Tuesday, they said no glasses were found, but they took my name and number in case they showed up.

This was not good.  I have never lost a pair of prescription glasses, but losing a pair never worn…

So, on Wednesday I stopped by the store to see if the owners may have missed them, peering under counters, etc.  No luck.

Since I had been nowhere else, I re-looked at home—under everything one could look under.  Again, no luck. 

I don’t know what made me peer into a decorative box on my dresser where I keep random necklaces and pins.  In it sat a cloth glasses case containing my never-worn glasses.

I worried about the absent-mindedness that made me put them there, but I got over that.

I blamed it on being 80-something.