The Perils Of Housesitting
How long has it been since my last post? Mere minutes.
In that time, I’ve lost my glasses. No, they’re not on top of my head, as they have often been when I’ve thought I misplaced them, even at home. First place I check when I lose them; top of my head. Not today. Not in someone else’s house. I’m typing this by luck and squinting.
I”ve also misplaced this family’s cable remote and my own cellphone I don’t know how many times in the last week. Can’t find their cable remote right now, too, either. I’ve had to watch judge shows. Bad ones.
How do you people live in such a big home? Three floors? Four? Really. How do any of you manage? Oh, it must be nice.
“Oh, we’ve twenty pairs of glasses. Each. We just pick them up on any of our floors when we need them.”
“Oh, I’ve got all my many remote controls velcro’ed to a board so I can always find them.”
“Oh, we have ten universal remote controls. Doesn’t everyone? You never know when you might need one.”
“Oh, my man Geoffrey knows where all my glasses and remote controls are. So I never give him a day off.”
Yes, well. I don’t have a universal remote or a board or Geoffrey.
I still don’t know where my glasses are. Or the cable remote.
But wait, there’s a complete “Vicar of Dibley” DVD set sitting right there. And the DVD remote. I’ll just move back a bit.
Never mind.