I wear glasses. I have an astigmatism and I am near-sighted. Oddly enough, when I went to get my eyes tested a few months ago, the eye doctor said my eyes had actually improved and that could be a result of pregnancy. The astigmatism had changed and he said that with all the changes in the body during pregnancy it’s not surprising that it could have happened. Hey, if I got a positive change in my body from pregnancy, I’m all for it.

I also wear glasses because I often get ocular migraines from bright lights. I wear my sunglasses outside and when driving during the day and I wear my regular glasses when I’m going to be exposed to really bright lights, like the lights we use for our monthly music gig at church. The anti-glare lenses help keep the bright light from adversely affecting my eyes and causing the ocular migraine.

Sunday we had our monthly church gig and I used my glasses. I usually take them off when I do my solos so they don’t mess up my field of vision when reading my lyrics. So I took them on and off throughout the afternoon. Then we did evening mass a few hours later and I usually do the same thing during mass - take them off for solos or during the sign of peace when I’m hugging people. I remember taking the glasses on and off and leaving them on my music stand at various times throughout the mass.

Then Mike and I went straight to a movie after mass. But when I reached into my purse to get my glasses so I could see the screen more sharply, they were nowhere to be found. I figured I must have left them at church and I’d get them Monday night when we did the 2nd part of our monthly music gig.

Monday night rolled around and as soon as I got there, I started looking for my glasses. I looked everywhere. Ev-er-y-where. No glasses. I went to the church office to check the lost and found. No glasses. I looked in the music folders in the car to see if they’d gotten shoved in with them the night before. I looked in the back of my car to see if they’d fallen out. I looked all over the music area some more. No glasses. Other people looked and still no glasses. So I figured somehow someway I’d lost them and I’d have to get new glasses. At least it wasn’t my prescription sunglasses so I still had those for when I was driving in the bright summer Arizona sun.

This morning Little Girl was doing something so adorable (pointing to her baby doll’s eyes and saying “eye” and then pointing to other body parts as I asked her to) that I had to call Mike on the phone to tell him about it. I dialed the phone and leaned on the kitchen island as I was telling him her latest feat. And just take a wild guess what I saw on the island? Yep. My glasses. How they got there I’m not sure, but there are two possibilities. The first possibility is that I’m losing it and I didn’t actually have them at mass and that I brought them home after the Sunday music gig and left them there (but I really remember having them at mass Sunday night - vividly - and picking them up as I was walking out of the choir area and besides, I didn’t see them on the island at any point before this morning). The second possibility is that they somehow magically transported themselves from church to my house.

I’m not sure if either possibility is good news. The only good news in this situation is that I don’t have to go pay for new glasses. I think my mom is messing with me from the great beyond. Either that, or I’m getting senile. Personally, I vote for my mom messing with me. Yep. That’s what I’m going with. Door number one.