I lost my sunglasses. The sunglasses that I haven’t lost in several years that I love. They’re awesome, not to mention expensive. Oakley. Now sitting in the grass somewhere at a friend’s house, where I travelled all over their neighborhood. Thinking backward:
- Wears sunglasses while driving. Exiting car, forgets to leave them behind. Stupid.
- Oh, I didn’t bring my case. Clips to shirt. Stupid.
- Thinks, “I’d better take these back to the car before I lose them.” Doesn’t. Stupid.
And now they’re gone. I’m going back tomorrow morning to look for them, but if they’re not in the yard, what are the chances that I’ll find them? I am such an idiot. Why can’t I hold on to anything? For the past two weeks I have lost one thing after another. I’m usually the one who remembers things too. I’m going to weep now while I berate myself.
But I love Rachel.