...it took every ounce of self-restraint I had not to strangle him today...okay, well not really strangle him...but man was I angry!
I woke up today and couldn't find my glasses. I put them in the same exact spot every night, just out of reach (I thought) so that he can't smack them around at night like he's done before. Well, last night he did, and I couldn't find them.
I searched for an hour, moved my bed, looked in crevices, tore my bedroom apart. I couldn't find them. No luck, anywhere. I am blind as a bat without my glasses. I even said a prayer to St. Anthony, even though I'm not a very good Catholic. My bedroom became a demilitarized zone of books, clothes and everything else, upended and tossed and searched, all while pretty much blind, telling Bud that we might have to get him a dog-style crate for night time, threatening to put him in the bathroom overnight, wishing he could understand me and reply to me...and finally, finally, I found my glasses, wedged in a tiny space INSIDE a ventilation unit built into the wall.
I thanked God and St. Anthony because I would have had to rely on a friend or family member, ask them to drive me to an optician, wait who knows how long for a pair of glasses (usually it takes weeks when I get new glasses, since my prescription is so severe they usually have to order the lenses), and live like a blind man in the meantime, unable to do half the stuff I'd need to do. And I would have been unable to work, because how could I curate homepages and read without being able to see, much less administer a CMS?
Lesson? I need to lock my glasses away in a drawer or something at night, and I need to get a second pair for emergencies. (Oh, and I will not banish Bud to a crate or the bathroom...but I was tempted. And I even gave him a hug and told him I love him after he hopped on the bed to sleep last night! The ungrateful jerk! lol)
Sorry for the rant...just had to.
I woke up today and couldn't find my glasses. I put them in the same exact spot every night, just out of reach (I thought) so that he can't smack them around at night like he's done before. Well, last night he did, and I couldn't find them.
I searched for an hour, moved my bed, looked in crevices, tore my bedroom apart. I couldn't find them. No luck, anywhere. I am blind as a bat without my glasses. I even said a prayer to St. Anthony, even though I'm not a very good Catholic. My bedroom became a demilitarized zone of books, clothes and everything else, upended and tossed and searched, all while pretty much blind, telling Bud that we might have to get him a dog-style crate for night time, threatening to put him in the bathroom overnight, wishing he could understand me and reply to me...and finally, finally, I found my glasses, wedged in a tiny space INSIDE a ventilation unit built into the wall.
I thanked God and St. Anthony because I would have had to rely on a friend or family member, ask them to drive me to an optician, wait who knows how long for a pair of glasses (usually it takes weeks when I get new glasses, since my prescription is so severe they usually have to order the lenses), and live like a blind man in the meantime, unable to do half the stuff I'd need to do. And I would have been unable to work, because how could I curate homepages and read without being able to see, much less administer a CMS?
Lesson? I need to lock my glasses away in a drawer or something at night, and I need to get a second pair for emergencies. (Oh, and I will not banish Bud to a crate or the bathroom...but I was tempted. And I even gave him a hug and told him I love him after he hopped on the bed to sleep last night! The ungrateful jerk! lol)
Sorry for the rant...just had to.