I never had dreams of being a magician. I still don't want to be a magician. Watching David Blaine specials are the extent of my interest. I don't even like David Copperfield or Penn & Teller.
Monday morning, I became a magician. I am still paying the price.
I had just sat down at the kitchen table and fired up HIPPIE. My vision wasn't clear, so I pulled off my glasses and took a look. There was a giant smudge on the left lens. Well. Don't get me started on where THAT came from! I don't believe I made it appear. My glasses had been lying on the TV table next to the short couch. Farmer H was gone. I'd worn them while playing Wordle and checking The Pony's daily Cash4Life ticket, without any smudges. From there, I'd put them directly on top of my head after picking them up by the earpieces. Then I'd lowered them to my face at the table, also using the earpieces.
Anyhoo... I have a bottle of glasses cleaner that my mom gave me. It's four or five inches tall, full of clear liquid. It's incredible how LITTLE of this stuff you use. My mom died in 2015. So I've had it 10 years! She was so excited to give it to me. "Honey, if you run out, they refill it for FREE!" I think she got it at the optical shop in the Devil's Playground.
Anyhoo... this bottle sits on the chair next to me, in a box with my "files" for the flip houses. I took it out and set the clear cap on the table. As I reached for a half of a Select-A-Size paper towel to use after spritzing the cleaner on my glasses, I knocked the cap over the edge of the table. I heard it hit the floor. I was careful not to move my feet. I didn't want to break that clear lid.
I MADE THE LID DISAPPEAR!
It has to be somewhere in the kitchen. I spent 15 minutes looking for it. Kind of hard to see, because it's CLEAR! In my younger better-knees days, I would have gotten down and looked across the floor. Now I have to look from above. The lid is gone! I've looked behind every chair leg, around the pedestal of the table, under my heater, behind me, across from me into Farmer H's table territory, in the box of files, in the edge of my purse. It's like that lid has vaporized.
I don't want all my precious mom-given glasses-cleaning fluid to evaporate! My next step is using the broom to sweep the entire kitchen, and hopefully find that clear lid. If that doesn't find it, I will wrap the top with plastic wrap. And start looking at the store for similar bottles with similar lids. Just to get a lid!
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We have an ongoing joke about this house that we live in. We both agree that if you drop something, you will not find it. It will never land anywhere near where you think it should be. Sometimes it's several feet away. I dropped a plastic container of floss in my LR and looked everywhere for it and couldn't fine it. Fortunately, I had another, so didn't worry about it much. 2 days ago, I looked down on the floor next to the cabinet by the chair I sit in and there it was, plain as day. We have 3 cats. My guess is it was under something despite my looking under what I thought was everything. We agree that if you want to find something in this house, wait for a cat to find it...they've never let us down yet.
Rae,
I STILL haven't found that lid. I need to get some cats, heh, heh!
Good idea to get spare bottles with lids.
River,
Yes. I'm STILL looking for the lost lid. I'll check on a replacement when I go in 10Box this week to supply our banana addiction.
It will show up when you least expect it to, only after you purchase a remedy.
Kathy,
Still looking! I forgot to buy a replacement. That must be the holdup in finding my lid!
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