They're really not lost, but I left my contacts in Atlanta on Friday. Took them out to drive home with my glasses and left 'em on my mama's counter.
So I've got this splendid pair of soft daily wear disposables on an emergency basis from my optometrist, a former student. They feel great, but cleaning them is much more tricky than cleaning my gas permeables, and getting the left one to stick to the surface of my eyeball in the morning is a real pain in the butt.
So yeah. I know this is nothing significant, there's really too much going on for me to process it all right now. And I'm having qualms about putting the significant stuff out on a virtual table. Ah, maybe I'll get over it.
I'm really waiting for my aunt to find and email me a copy of my grandpa poem. It's got this great line about him bringing us a pound of ground cinnamon, and how it took us 'one whole divorce to use up.'
Posted by mike at November 17, 2003 11:16 PMUghh.....I feel you pain. I lost my glasses over a week ago. I have no idea where they went.
Posted by: Beth at November 18, 2003 11:48 AMIt's ok, Mike. I am a loser too.
And a couple drops of contact solution in your eyes when you wake up should clear up the whole problem of contact-stickage.
Posted by: Krista at November 18, 2003 01:10 PMDid you see where Mike went? I've lost him.
Posted by: freindofjeep at November 24, 2003 08:08 PM