Yesterday, I struggled with the wayward drawstring on my sweatpants, and that apparently set the tone for the rest of the day. Well, it was Monday after all.
After I came home following the sweatpants debacle, I removed, then washed my eyeglasses and while drying them, they fell apart before my very eyes. First, I should mention that I absolutely detest the glasses I wear 90% of the time, a/k/a as my “good glasses”. They slide down my nose and don’t hook properly on my ears. If the optometrist tweaks them to make them fit tighter, I end up returning the next day to have them loosened and vice versa. After wearing contact lenses for 35 years, I still am not completely used to wearing glasses full time. My old glasses are the ones I wear to walk, exercise or do anything that requires more head movement than merely staring at the computer screen. Granted, my old glasses are a prescription from a decade ago, but they are very comfortable and I don’t even know I am wearing them. But suddenly they were in multiple pieces on the counter. First, the screw popped out, followed by the left lens shortly thereafter. I cursed a little, but figured no problem – I have an eyeglass repair kit. I was confident I could do the repair … I mean, how difficult is it to pop the screw back in the hinge and tighten it? I have small hands but they might as well have belonged to a large man because I was all fingers and very clumsy. Plus, I could not see close up without taking my other glasses off and then I could see nothing. Well that was irritating. The kit provided a handy-dandy magnifying glass but it didn’t do much good. How do brain surgeons do intricate surgery? They simply can’t fumble and be all fingers to do such a painstaking, exacting job. I dropped the *&^% screw at least a dozen times and when I finally got it fastened in properly, the frame wobbled. Clearly another screw was needed. In the kit were various screws, but none of them were the correct size. One hour after starting the procedure, it got the better of me and I scooped everything up and put it into a large Ziploc bag and decided to go to my eye doctor’s office for “the fix”. I took along my repair kit to show I gave it the old college try before throwing myself at their mercy. I’m happy to report the optometrist’s assistant took pity on me and despite my not having purchased the eyeglasses there she fixed them up in a minute. She laughed at my story about being all thumbs and told me I put the screw in upside down and only one screw is needed. I told her I would not be a candidate to assist in the surgical suite anytime soon.
But wait … the last of the trio of calamities was just before I went to bed last night. I walked over to the sink to get a glass of water and while walking across the kitchen floor I could feel a tugging on the underside of my shoe and that unmistakable feeling of sticking to the floor. Glancing down, I saw a splotch of undetermined origin and wiped it up, then quickly went to the kitchen chair to remove my left moose skin moccasin to see what was on the sole. I was half-afraid to turn it over. In the end, I never noticed if anything was sticky because my mouth gaped open when I saw the entire sole on the shoe was split in half! I believe things happen for a reason. I feel fortunate that I didn’t catch the sole on something and wipe out. The other shoe was perfectly fine. I never wear these shoes downstairs or outside. The sole was clearly worn down on both shoes and they are only about a year old. This leads me to believe that I am putting the mileage on my moccasins inside the house as much as my outside walking. But, I’ve logged nearly 500 miles in my walking shoes over 2012 and 2013 and they are not beat up at all. Perhaps I should start measuring how many miles I walk inside per day because clearly I am rackin’ em up bigtime. My house is very small and I spend most of my day in the 15 X 15 foot kitchen. Can these miles be tallied into my daily total or should I remain a purist and just count outside miles walked? Decisions, decisions … I guess I’ll take the high road and just count outside mileage.
At any rate, my boss was out this morning so I decided to take care of business and get my glasses fixed and buy new moccasins which added another eight miles to the car odometer – all the more for me to walk to surpass the car mileage. Sigh! Feet don’t fail me now….