I’m sort of an absent minded guy. I estimate that I spend five percent of my life, searching for lost items. The two items that are at the top of my list are eye glasses and keys. The reason I mention this is that I have spent the past forty-five minutes searching for my reading glasses. The primary thing I miss about not having a wife is that she had an uncanny ability to know exactly where they where, sometimes in my more suspicious moments I thought she hid them. But now she is gone and so are my glasses so I must own the blame. I have come to accept that no matter how conscientious I am about remembering I will still be searching for lost items, I must have not been born with that gene.

I have adopted a coping strategy. by accept this activity as long is it does not occur too frequently. When I start searching I also start tidying up. On this last search, I started the dishwasher, picked up my cloths and vacuumed in front of the couch. Cleaning up helps me discover the lost item so I feel I am on plan. I had just picked up the last pair of socks and conceded out loud they were lost, when I happened to look below my desk and low and behold, glasses!