I find it therapeutic to sometimes tell one of those “me being a dummy” stories. There’s this YouTuber I enjoy who talks about her own dummy moment, trying to run her audio track through pandas or numpy to remove noise only to discover she’d ignored a built in feature. No need to reinvent every wheel.
So my dummy moment was being mystified to find my eyeglasses were missing a lens, when I’d just swapped them for sunglasses, not taking my eyes off the road. I made this surprising discovery in the parking lot just south of D River, “the world’s shortest river” in Lincoln City. Depoe Bay has the smallest harbor, not to be outdone.
What must I have done to these frames to so mangle them just in putting them in the case, in that moment, unaware? Had they snagged on something? I told my friends. “It’s like a miracle, but of the bummer variety” because yes, I was bummed. New glasses were gonna cost me. Plus they helped me see.
I did the whole trip with 1.5 pairs of glasses, only to find the missing lens back home, on the bed. I’d rolled on my glasses — something I’d trained myself to never do — and then, rather than face the truth, my subconscious demon insisted I rushed ahead with my trip, get a move on.
And then I couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t find the missing lens anywhere (I even used a flashlight and everything, even Sam helped me look).
Anyway, I had a great trip despite all that “trauma” (a first world problem for sure). The picture above may take you to the album it’s a part of, in case you know how to navigate Flickr or wanna learn.
