Plop… In The Drink (Again)

Eleven! That’s the eleventh pair of reading glasses I have lost or broken in the past year. Three pairs lost overboard while adjusting rigging (joining those lost overboard at the dock in previous years… All to be discovered by an amazed future marine archeologist, who will find many pairs in the outline of a boat), and seven pairs sat or stepped on. Popped a lens out of another pair tonight while working on the hard, and while I was bent over looking for the lens in the grass at 10pm, I turned around — and swear — that Herbert from the Family Guy was watching me from the parking lot, in his dressing gown. Oh me nerves.