THOSE ARE NOT MY GLASSES

It was the evening of my first night in Florida and I had just finished my bath. As I got dressed in the bathroom, I put on the glasses laying on the counter and looked in the mirror for a final touch up. Jan's bathroom has makeup style lighting and as I looked at my image, my first thought was, 'Wow... those are "butt ugly" glasses.'

I took them off to give them a closer look and of course realized that now, I couldn't see them all that well. Back on they went and I got closer to the mirror. Naw, they just weren't mine though the prescription was pretty darn close. The rims were killing me. These weren't mine.

So I went into the kitchen to see if I had laid mine on the counter there. I remembered laying them on "a" counter, I just wasn't sure where. In my defense, I was pretty tired from a long trip and it was hours past my normal bedtime.

Sister Jan said "What are you looking for Patti?"

"My glasses." I answered.

After convincing her that the ones in my hand weren't mine, she helped me look, enlisting niece Keri to look also. Finally we decided that one of the previous house guests has picked mine up by mistake. We called the most likely suspect but there was no answer. It was late.

I had no real concern for those were my work glasses. I have two pair of prescription glasses. One sturdy older pair for gardening and working around the house and my new SGTM (Sunday go to meeting) glasses that are frame less and a bit fragile. Around my home I also have three Walmart glasses of different strengths for computer, TV and reading.

So I broke out my SGTM glasses and was fine. I had planned to replace the work glasses when I got home anyway as they were pretty old. I had chosen the work glasses for travel as they were trifocals and I thought that gave me more options while driving. Now they were MIA (missing in action).

The next day, the person suspected of taking my glasses by mistake showed up with her own glasses perched snugly on her nose. Now the mystery deepened. Both my sisters tried to convince me that those might really be my glasses but I steadfastly refused to accept that I had such poor taste in eye wear.

"Mine are gold rimmed." I would insist.

"These once were." My sister Charlene reasoned softly.

I really wasn't concerned as I said and just enjoyed the partying in my SGTM glasses. Periodically through out the day, each sister would approach me and try to convince me that those had to be my glasses. They were so sweet and solicitous but I could begin to sense the kindly "be patient , she isn't quite right you know," attitude.

The last day, I picked up those ugly glasses that were laying on a shelf and put them on. I took the SGTM ones off and hung them on the neck of my blouse. My own logic by now is telling me that those Damn Ugly Glasses possibly were mine and I decided to wear them the rest of the day to see if I could get use to them again.

Well you all ready have been nodding and know the rest of this story. Yes they were mine. Old age is a scary thing. It is one thing to lose your stuff but to not "recognize" your own stuff was a new thrill for me. Too bad I don't drink for that would have been a handy excuse.

My rationale as I drove home was that since they were work glasses, I never really spent any time in front of a mirror to view them. I just grabbed them out of the caddy and shoved them behind my ears as I popped out the door to play in the dirt. That will teach me to pay attention.

Even Mighty is giving them the fish eye.

Now back in my home with 60 watt CFL lighting, they DO look like mine. They even look slightly gold rimmed in this light. However as soon as possible, I am making an appointment to get some decent looking work glasses. What was I thinking when I picked them out 6 years ago??? Criminy !!!!

Do you have a "senior moment" you dare to share that will make me feel better or have I just gone round the bend on this one ????