Drat! Marjorie thought. She'd done...
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"Drat!" Marjorie thought. She'd done it again, taken off her glasses and left them somewhere in the house, instead of putting them on the bedside table where she always left them when she went to bed. Now she had to think about what she had been doing the night before in order to even begin to guess where they might be. "Let's see," she thought. "I was on the phone." She went in the kitchen and looked around. No glasses on the drain board; no glasses on the kitchen table. Feeling very foolish she even opened the refrigerator: no glasses. "This is so frustrating!" she told herself as she felt tension rise inside her. She was going to be late to work! And it wasn't as if this were the first time she had been so absentminded. Each time it happened, she vowed to herself that from then on she would pay attention to what she was doing -- because of the consequences of not paying attention. Now, here she was again, with the same dilemma, looking everywhere she could think of, even in absurd places like the refrigerator. Finally, in utter exasperation, she plopped down in the middle of the living room floor and let out a howl. This brought her family into the room on a dead run, everyone wanting to know in one voice, "What's wrong!" "I can't find my glasses, and I have to get to work ..." her voice trailed off in a defeated whimper. "But, Mom," her son protested, pointing to her chest, "they're right there!" And, indeed they were. She'd been running hither and yon seeking out that which was never lost had she only been able to see. -- Fannin
