January 20, 2003

A mystery solved.



Here are a few of my favorite online haunts:
[This is the site I visit to fantasize about living in Toronto again, which is almost every single day during the winter]

Jonathan Cainer's Zodiac Forecasts
[This is where I visit in the morning, when I need a positive spin on things past, present and future.]

Living Local
[This is where I go to see what Canadians are up to, sometimes I even buy things from the businesses listed there.]

Environment Canada Weather
[This is the site I visit every morning, and before every road trip during the winter]

They are found!

It all started when I took them off to see better the "Good Farmer".

He stood ready to go at the door, after an egg delivery. I had just been sitting in front of the computer and had walked directly from my chair to the kitchen and the back door.

These new glasses are wonderful, so effective that I no longer suffer eyestrain while using the computer. However, looking any further ahead produces an intolerable blur.

Standing to chat at the back door, I removed my glasses to better view the smiling face of "Good Farmer". I hooked the arm of my glasses into the top opening of my clothing, so I could find them when I next needed them.

After "Good Farmer" departed, I continued in the kitchen, preparing lunch. While my soup simmered, I wandered all over the house, doing this and that.

Finally sitting down to eat my soup, I grabbed the book I am currently reading (Ravenshoe), and prepared to enjoy a feast for the eyes. Reaching for my glasses, I found... nothing.

Leaving my hot soup waiting on the table with a spoon, I began to look in all those places where I usually set-down my glasses. A few minutes determined that they were in none of the usual places.

"I will just look again, after my lunch", I thought.

The old glasses served adequately, so lunch and the book were enjoyed simultaneously.

Dishes done, I began to search the house more thoroughly. Mist watched me lazily from her warm sleeping-spot on my chair. The new glasses were nowhere to be found.

The door had been open when "Good Farmer" departed, so donning coat and boots I did a thorough check of the back landing area. The glasses were not there.

"They must be somewhere in the house", I said. I was beginning to talk aloud to myself, as I occasionally do when facing puzzlement.

I engaged the search three times during the afternoon, with the same result, failure.

Later that afternoon, I had the pleasure of chatting over coffee with a friend, who is a cat lover. As we sat in the cafe, I related the whole sorry tale of an absent mind and the new glasses. She laughed, and told me about one of her cats, which had taken to dragging desirable items to a secret hiding place. Mist had now come under suspicion. The places I would look for my glasses had just expanded to every nook and cranny in the house.

Attila arrived home, and after hearing of my dilemma, helpfully searched the house. The glasses were not found. He impressed upon me that the situation was not hopeless, as I could purchase a new pair of glasses to replace them. I felt sick at the thought of this, as our budget does not easily extend to cover such eventualities.

"Give me a few days, I must have put them somewhere", I asserted.

That night, as I lay in bed, I could hear Mist bumping around in the dark. Later, in my dreams, my glasses sat large upon Mist's furry little head, and she stumbled about the house amused at the distortion.

The next day, when Attila arrived home, we discussed our new search strategy. He suggested we wait until after dinner, when we would be well fortified for the ordeal to come. Meal preparation began, and I left the kitchen so as not to be in Attila's way.

Minutes later, Attila's head popped around the corner. He was grinning.

"Are you looking for these", he asked, as his hand swept out from behind his back, holding my new glasses.

Where did he find them?

The day the glasses went missing had been a busy one. I had been baking all morning, and working on the computer by turns. There is an old chef's apron I wear while I am baking, and I had been wearing that apron when "Good Farmer" arrived at the door.

It was upon this apron that the glasses had been hung.

Preparing to eat my lunch, I had removed the apron and returned it to its hook on the wall. It folded nicely against the wall and within those folds lay my new glasses.

Attila had moved the apron aside to access the plastic bag dispenser and there he found my spectacles, easy as that!

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Worldly Distractions

"Oh, the weary watches! when the soul, which in sleep would leave the tortured body to rest and ramble off in dreams, holds on by a mere thread, yet a thread strong enough to keep every nerve in tense agony."
from Ravenshoe
page 30

By the Easy Chair
Volume Two
by Henry Kingsley
(1949 Edition)

On the Screen
Lord of the Rings
The Two Towers
at the Theatre
(my birthday present from Luna & Janus, along with the company of their wonderful selves)

08:02 EST
Temp: -11`C
Humidity: 66%
Wind: W 26 km/h
Barometric: 100.8 kPa

Sunrise 7:50 AM EST
Sunset 5:21 PM ESTEyeglasses hanging on Apron
Outside the Fold

Page by Page: A Woman's Journal
by Maggie Turner

Canadian Maggie Turner writes and publishes poetry, photography, and a personal journal online. Her work reflects the current way of life in Canada, embracing Canada's past, present, and future in a unique portrayal of everyday life. Maggie's voice is one of the many that actively depict the rich diversity of Canadian culture.

Photography: "a term which comes from the Greek words photos (light) and graphos (drawing). A photograph is made with a camera by exposing film to light in order to create a negative. The negative is then used in the darkroom to print a photograph (positive) onto light-sensitive paper.
Source: University of Arizona Glossary

Poetry: "a form of speech or writing that harmonizes the music of its language with its subject. To read a great poem is to bring out the perfect marriage of its sound and thought in a silent or voiced performance. At least from the time of Aristotle's Poetics, drama was conceived of as a species of poetry."
Source: Creative Studios

Journal: " "Though a journal may be many things - a treasury, a storehouse, a jewelry box, a laboratory, a drafting board, a collector's cabinet, a snapshot album, a history, a travelogue..., a letter to oneself - it has some definable characteristics. It is a record, an entry-book, kept regularly, though not necessarily daily.... Some (entries) will be nearly illegible, written in the dark in the middle of the night.... Not only is it a record for oneself, but of oneself. Every memorable journal, any successful journal, is honest. Nothing sham, phony, false...." (Dorothy Lambert from Ken Macrorie's book, Writing to be Read )
A journal is a way to keep track of your thoughts about what you read... as well as what you did on any given day."
Source: Journal Writing

A Blog is an online journal created by server side software, often hosted by a commercial interest.

"The term "weblog" was coined by Jorn Barger[4] on 17 December 1997. The short form, "blog," was coined by Peter Merholz, who jokingly broke the word weblog into the phrase we blog in the sidebar of his blog in April or May 1999.[5][6][7] Shortly thereafter, Evan Williams at Pyra Labs used "blog" as both a noun and verb ("to blog," meaning "to edit one's weblog or to post to one's weblog") and devised the term "blogger" in connection with Pyra Labs' Blogger product, leading to the popularization of the terms."

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