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“Look for your glasses under your bed,” they said.

Are my glasses under my bed?

Yesterday I asked you to  Please help me find my glasses.  I promise to look in the places you suggest, and I will tell you what I find.

Chris Morris who blogs at  sometimes Hope said, “My son has lost his under his bed about 7 times in the past year. I would look there.”

Kathleen Caron who blogs at full of life said, “Pamela, you need to look under your bed, way back in the dark corners. And check behind your nightstand, and the space between the bed and the nightstand.

This morning I looked under my bed at 11:24 a.m.

The 17 items under my bed.

Under my bed on January 28th, 2013 was:

1.  The Love Dare book by Stephen Kendrick and Alex Kendrick. Published in 2008. ISBN: 978-0-8054-4865-8
2.  Am empty plastic bag from Marshalls.
3.  Two wadded up wool socks from different pairs. They are my socks.
4.  A red feather from a broken cat toy.
5.  A metal official softball bat: 2 1/4 inch diameter,33 inches, 27 ounces, Model #83-3327, made in The USA
6.  Green cat toy, with a bell inside and feathers attached. The cats prefer a bottle cap.
7.  A 7 cup , 1.65 Liter, Pyrex storage dish, dirty, with a blue lid.
8.  Page 47 -68 of a devotional book. I don’t know where the rest of the book is.
9.  October, 2012, issue of Popular Science magazine.
10. A new hose for my c-pap machine. Apparently I stop breathing a few times every hour in the middle of the night.
11.  Gallon size Ziplock bag. Empty.
12.  Plastic swinging door for the cat’s litter box.  The cats don’t like it.
13.  Two 10 pound dumbbell weights. Made in China. Rusted, and dusty.
14.  A grocery list I found in a shopping cart at the Grocery Store. They wanted: salad mix, Egg, and Sunny D.
15.  A metal Christmas Tin from 1995. The year my oldest was born.
16.  A wrapper from Luden’s throat drop. I had a sore throat.
17.  A pen from The Sisterhood of St; John the Divine in Toronto, Canada. My Aunt is a sister there.

Kathleen Caron said, “I hope you find your glasses.”  I hope I do too.

My glasses were not under my bed.

I need your help finding my glasses. Read, Please Help Me Find My Glasses, and post a comment where you think I should look.

I promise to look where you suggest.  

 

About Pamela Hodges

My name is Pamela Hodges. I am a writer and an artist. I write to encourage and to bring laughter. I paint cats, draw cartoons and write books for children and grown ups.

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  • Do you think your glasses ran off with my jawbone?
    Now that i think about it, they may have been seeing each other for a while….humm. lmc.

    • pamelahodges

      Oh La, Do you think Edelweis, your dog really knows where my glasses are? Please ask him again. You never can tell. I have been asking Pooh, and he is not telling me.

  • I’m having a thought. I remember you wrote a few weeks ago that you were going to clean your basement. I think you should check there, especially behind the superheroes and the pingpong table. This is almost too obvious, but you should also check in the glovebox of your car. Although why they call it a glovebox, I’ll never know.

    • pamelahodges

      Kathleen, what a good idea. I wonder if the superheroes or the ping pong table are hiding my glasses. Do you think the superheroes are not really made of paper, and they need my glasses? They are bifocal’s.
      I don’t know why they call if a glovebox either. They probably put gloves in it.

  • Were the devotional pages you found inspiring? Do you wonder what was in the empty Ziplock bag? 1995 — how long have you lived in your house?

    Oh my goodness — Pamela, this is so funny. Is it bad there is some part of me hoping you don’t find your glasses for a while? I could use more uproarious laughter like this in my life!

    Oh, and thanks for the link to my page too, but mostly thanks for letting me help you find your glasses

    • pamelahodges

      Chris, we have only lived in this house for two years. The Christmas Tin from 1995, I bought at a thrift store last year. I am going to put all of my oldest daughter’s Christmas pictures in there as a present.

      I still haven’t found my glasses. There is always tomorrow. Thank you for helping me look.