Leaves and Garlic

Monday is sometimes considered the first day of the week.  This is especially true for those of us that have lived a life as a blue collar worker.  It sort of sets the mood for the rest of the week, allowing us to set our schedule of planned accomplishments.

Today my day started fairly nice.  It started with the usual routine, checked the plumbing, started the laptop, fed all the animals, turned on the tv, filled and started the espresso machine and posted today's Morning Meditation ("The honor of the people lies in the moccasin tracks of the woman").  By this time my wife was stirring, inducing me to switch the television channel to the news and to sit so my wife and I could drink our morning espresso together.  This is our fairly typical morning routine.

I figured this was a good day to finally cover our garlic with leaves to protect them for the winter.  I get up and put on socks and a vest to go outside to work.  When I was younger, it was not cool to wear socks with sandals.  It still isn't cool but I pretty much wear sandals year round and suffer the socks in the winter when it is cold, unless there is snow.  When there is snow, I do wear boots.  Anyway, back to the leaves and garlic.

I get the truck, garden rake and snow shovel (great for picking up leaves) out to the front yard at the end of the driveway and start picking up the leaves and putting them in the bed of the truck.  Probably because I am wearing a sweatshirt underneath the vest, I quickly build up a sweat.  When this happens my eyeglasses slide all over the face and I usually end up taking them off and hooking them with an earpiece over my shirt collar.  A little later on I have the bed about three quarter full of leaves and nature calls.  It looks like I have enough leaves so for the job so I get  into the truck and drive to the house, about two hundred feet.  I pass my chair on the way to the little room and pick up my kindle in passing to do some reading at the same time.  As I sit down and begin reading, I can't.  Everything is blurry!  It was then that I discovered my glasses were missing!

I walked back out to the end of the driveway and canvased the area carefully for about twenty minutes with no luck.  Okay, maybe it is in the bed of the truck with the leaves.  I go back to the truck and drive it to the garden and garlic bed, another 300 feet.  I empty the leaves by hand making sure that the eyeglasses are not included.  They were not.  Then while retracing my steps and triple checking every place that I had meandered through that morning, I find myself in the garage and have a brilliant idea.  I pick up my prescription safety eyeglasses, wipe off the old sawdust and go back out to the end of the driveway for a another look.  It was amazing!  Apparently it helps to wear eyeglasses when searching for eyeglasses!  I hope the rest of the week goes as well.