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I DID IT AGAIN (I LOST SOMETHING)
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I DID IT AGAIN (I LOST SOMETHING) I did it again. I lost something. No newsflash to my readers, but like most of my goof ball moments the story is far from typical. I was on “vacation” last week. Vacation is in quotes because in general it was everything a vacation should not be and then some. That is a story for my next post. Last Friday was our last full day on the beach. We went surfing as usual for the week. The surf was good until a huge thunderstorm blew about 4pm. Gathering 1 Mermaid, 2 preteen boys, 5 surfboards, assorted beach gear and moving everything and everyone 200 yards to the truck took coordination and a bit of shouting. (at the boys who have no fear of lightening) As I was loading the gear in the back of the truck, the wind blew my hat off my head. (my new straw hat by the way) I rescued my hat forgetting my good sunglasses were perched on the top. I continued loading the gear and strapping the surfboards to the racks as the storm got closer. The loading finished. I wrapped a towel around me and dropped my trunks. Then the rain started for real. I hopped in to the drives seat to get out of the storm. The Mermaid and I had seen a gallery down the road we wanted to check out. So off we drove. I finished getting dressed in the gallery parking lot. We went in and while browsing the skies opened up and the rain came down in barrels. When the rain slowed to a moderate deluge we dashed to the truck. (Mermaid thanks for the incense holder. It is great  )Wanting to avoid the crowd at the house that we were staying at. It was decided to take the boys for pizza. It was not until I pulled into the pizzeria's parking lot I realized my sunglasses were gone. After dinner I drove to the parking spot for the beach to look for my glasses. It was under about 8 inches of water. They were no where to be seen. We checked the gallery parking lot too. Failure again. On Saturday we returned to the same break to surf for a bit to avoid the traffic off the island. After a few hours we loaded to leave. The last board secured I went to shut the tailgate. Then I saw between my truck and trailer a dark lens sticking out of the sand. Picking it up my heart sank it was my lens, but no glasses. They were apparently buried in the sand during the storm. There were multiple sets of tire tracks in the area. At minimum I drove my truck over them. I dug in to the sand about six inches and found one temple. Digging even deeper I found the remaining parts still connected in one sand covered piece. I rinsed the collected debris of my sunglasses. To my surprise nothing was broken. I snapped the lens back in place and reattached the temple. They still fit. Except for a small scratch on one lens they are no worse for the experience. Then is dawned on me, like my sunglasses. I have been scarred and scratched along the road, but dust me off and I am good to go again. Until Next Time I am as always viewing the world through scratched sunglasses |
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We all wear the scars of battle (life) 
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I have had the same pair of sunglasses since 2000 I love those big ugly things!  Pull My Fucking Hair! 
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7/24/2007 6:35 pm |
Thats quite the story. I'm glad you found them again.
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7/26/2007 10:34 pm |
What a great story! Thanks for sharing it!
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We all wear the scars of battle (life) XX MJ
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Thank you kindly for both thoughts XX MJ
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Good analogy there.... life's like a pair of Ray Bans...I say in my best Forest Gump voice..... ~jeff  ^5 MJ
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I have had the same pair of sunglasses since 2000 I love those big ugly things! XX MJ
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Thats quite the story. I'm glad you found them again. XX MJ
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7/31/2007 10:38 am |
it is the scratches and dings that make our life ( ie personality) the most distinct and interesting...don't you think?
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it's a scratched world more times than not...the sunglasses are just an illusion...xo to you neighbor...glad to hear that someone is playing in the surf! Just a little food for thought............. If you really want to be happy, nobody can stop you... {=}
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MZ Huny Thank you for the complement. It is always nice to see you here XX MJ
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What a great story! Thanks for sharing it! Glad you enjoyed what you read Hope to see you here again XX MJ
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Buying sunglasses in bulk.  Why didn't I think of that.XX MJ
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Silver Glad you liked the story. I am planning on leaving the scratch. That way when somebody says your glasses are scratched I can tell them my story. That'll that'll teach em . Sorry I was channeling Ron White againConsider the Mermaid hugged XX MJ
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Well told!!! It's great that you can find little life lessons in the most unusual places and the simplist of circumstances. Thank you for sharing them with us. ~myst~ It is my pleasure. It is I who should thank you for reading my silliness XX MJ
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it is the scratches and dings that make our life ( ie personality) the most distinct and interesting...don't you think? Thank you for visiting my blog XX MJ
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Romi I agree. My soul certainly qualifies as worn and torn. As removing my ass from the seat. It was painful but I did it XX MJ
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Bumps and bruises are life's badge of honor I suppose. Keep on pushing through is a great philosophy XX MJ
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it's a scratched world more times than not...the sunglasses are just an illusion...xo to you neighbor...glad to hear that someone is playing in the surf! I head to the beach as often as I can. Which is not often enough  XO MJ
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