This is 54.

Today was a gorgeous day. Sunny skies, puffy clouds, lots of spring flowers, warm enough to have bare legs. With anticipation, I even shaved mine this morning. First time in 2022 I have worn shorts outside! It was glorious!

Looking for something relaxing to do in the warm sunshine, I decided it was time to repaint some rocks we have on our patio steps. There’s a whole lotta concrete out there and several years ago, I decided our aging eyes with aging depth perception needed a visual indicator of the steps.  I placed some colorful rocks at each step's corner to keep us from visiting Urgent Care. So far so good!

Frolicking in shorts and a T-shirt, I got all my supplies set up: a table, a chair, my tote of craft paints, my phone for music, a cup of water to rinse my brush, a roll of paper towels because I know me. With all the glare of the sun bouncing off my white plastic table, I realized I needed some sunglasses.

Sunglasses in the Pacific Northwest are a funny thing. You need them readily available for about three months each year. The rest of the time, they gather dust in whatever long-forgotten place you tossed them in September. Lots of residents of the PNW have many many pairs of sunglasses…because they are easier to replace than to locate come July.

Forgetting I invested in prescription sunglasses a few years ago, I searched our garage for a pair of cheapy shades that would fit over my regular, non-tinted, progressive glasses that help me see all the things at all the distances. I found the perfect pair of huge sunglasses, purchased who knows when, stashed next to a flashlight and a box cutter. I carefully wiped off several years of garage grime, and then got distracted by…something.

Finally ready to start my rock painting, I could not find my sunglasses. Yes, I’m used to misplacing sunglasses for months, but not for minutes. I spent at least 10 minutes searching for them. The garage, the kitchen, the patio, the bathroom, back to the garage. Nothing. They had disappeared.

Mystified, I scrounged up a second pair of plastic sunglasses, these sporting the logo of a local casino. I'm betting I got them at my beloved county fair in 2019 by spinning a wheel at a promotions booth. The blue glasses were smaller but still fit well enough over my prescription glasses. I shook my paint bottles and got to work.

About 20 minutes and 5 rocks later, Rob motored by on the lawn mower. He paused and pointed to my head with a questioning look. I felt the top of my head and discovered the first pair of sunglasses.

I’ll add that to my list of places to search in July.

All the cool kids wear 3 pairs of glasses at the same time