Good News, Bad News, repeat 2X
We’ve lived here for almost two months, and today I took my first walk in the neighborhood. I know, I know- I should have ventured out with my camera long before now. I’d had my eye on this field down the hill and decided to take a walk to take some photos of weeds.
After I took a few shots as I walked down our hill, I decided to put my sunglasses on. As I remember it, I had started out with my prescription sunglasses on, but then took them off and hooked them on my shirt as I took my first photo. When I reached for my sunglasses, they were NOT hooked on my shirt. They weren’t ANYWHERE. I retraced my steps- no sunglasses.
I decided to continue my walk- those sunglasses had to be where I had stopped to take photos, and I would find them when I walked back up the hill. I walked a couple blocks and met up with a woman who had also just moved from California. We had a nice chat, and then I started back home to find the sunglasses.
I searched everywhere I had stopped on our hill- no sunglasses! I went home, and dragged Lonnie out with me to look- no sunglasses.
We met a neighbor we had not met before, chatted for a bit, said good-bye, and then Lonnie found the neighbor’s husband’s AARP roadside assistance card in the weeds!
The sunglasses are still missing. I am hoping that I imagined the whole thing about wearing them outside and that they are in the house somewhere.