Sunglasses and pleasant surprises.

I'm not sure whether it's a sign of ageing or a result of living in one of the wettest towns in the country ( it's the clouds hitting the hills you see, no scenery without sacrifice! ) but I've noticed over the last few years that I start squinting at the merest hint of sunshine. 
That's not a problem in itself. A bit uncomfortable yes, what with the scrunched up facial muscles, saline irritated skin and limited visibility, not to mention the knowledge that the inevitable outcome will be crows feet you could plant potatoes in. No, my predicament comes when I try to alleviate the glare by the expedient use of a pair of sunglasses.


Do you believe in another dimension? A parallel universe running along side our own? I do. And I know that that universe is inhabited by Biro's, odd socks and sunglasses! There must be a wormhole somewhere in my home that allows those items in this world to seek freedom in the other one. It's the only explanation I have as to why I can never find a pair of sunglasses when I need them. I keep my prescription pair in the car and I can always lay my hands on them which is why I'm sure the wormhole is in the house.


So I've had to start getting sneaky. Instead of only having one pair of sunglasses, and risk leaving them in a room where they could find their way along an Einstein-Rosen bridge, I have loads of sunglasses dotted around the house, safe in the knowledge that if one pair escapes there will be another to take it's place on my nose.
   

That's all fine and dandy, but it doesn't always keep them safe, especially not when you put my memory in the mix.

We had a brief bright spell here in Moffat last week ( I say last week, I mean Friday! ) I grabbed my second favourite pair of glasses, the first having obtained their freedom a couple of weeks earlier ( a pity really, I loved those shades) and set off into town as I was covering a shift at the local charity shop. At the end of the day I couldn't find them for my return journey. Do you ever have a moment when you're not sure whether the thing you are remembering took place that day or whether you are remembering it from a previous occasion? Well I did. I wasn't sure whether I took my sunglasses off before I got to the shop, leaving them in the car, or when I got to the shop. A brief search had me convinced the car was their resting place, so of I toddled. It hasn't been sunny since so the whole episode slide from my mind.

I was working today and about half way through my shift I was called upon by an older lady to see something in our jewellery cabinet.

"I've just had my cataracts done dear and I need some darker glasses. Do you think I could have a look at that pair" she said pointing her arthritic finger.

Yup, you guessed it. There were my sunglasses, staring blankly back at me, almost daring me with their indifference. Well what could I do? I sold them to her of course. What are a few crows feet compared to protecting sensitive lenses.

That Karma thing must have been working though ( I'm not sure whether physics and religion really blend but for the purposes of this post they will) because later on that day another lady came in to the shop. We are on nodding and chit-chat acquaintance as she attends our craft fairs in Moffat. Anyway when I spoke to her at the fair in May she said she had some things I might be interested in. She found out I was volunteering in the shop so in she popped..... 

 ......with a potato bag full of wadding.........

......and over 7 yards of red wool fabric. Never underestimate the power of a good deed.


And keep an eye on your sunglasses at all times, they're tricky little devils!