For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for July 25, 2019

Uh-oh.

Eliizabeth, you are in BIG trouble.

Patrick may be obnoxious, but so far everything he has said this week was 100% correct.

Oops!

Oh boy. Now you don’t want to go home, right, Liz?

I know that horrible feeling of realization. I rode my bike 3 miles to Walmart, did some light shopping, wheeled up to the self-serve cashier, then realized I left my wallet at home. My 6 mile round trip became a 12 mile double-round trip. :-(

I lost my first pair of glasses when I was eight. I thought it was at school but turned out it was still in my room and I just forget to grab them. This was also around the time my Mom started buying glasses cases for me to put my glasses in at night.

Been there, done that and was probably about her age when I did it.

Reading this, I actually just felt the same feeling in my gut that is the expression on Elizabeth’s face! Lol!

ruh-roh!

I remember the first time I lost my glasses somewhere. It was a sinking sick feeling.

Her eyesight is obviously not that terrible if she didn’t realize she took them off. I was legally blind without mine. The minute I would get out of the ocean or pool, I put them immediately on. Assuming I could find my towel.

Gulp. eek

Finally having glasses was such a relief for me at age 7 that I do not remember ever misplacing them. Same with our oldest. However, I remember frantic mornings helping my middle son search for his before school. Our youngest lost his at Scout camp once and no one could find them. About 2 years later during a skit, a tent was set up in the gymnasium and the glasses rolled out of a flap!

My experience at cub scout camp was worse. I lost some one else’s glasses, while watching them while the other kid went swimming. They got buried in the sand and we couldn’t find them. That was BIG trouble for me.

Do they have Howard Johnson’s in Canada? I think they advertised as having 25 or 28 flavors.

I’m far sighted, so even at my age, I’m constantly leaving my glasses behind somewhere when I take then off. I don’t notice until I need to read something or see something up close. 8^p

Uh oh.

The only way to fight the pain of people stinging you with the truth is to shoot some truth back at them.

Got my first pair when I was 13. Lost them 2 weeks later at a class picnic.

Losing your retainer triggered that same panic. Oop$!

First pair at 12. Never lost them because I wore them every minute of awakeness. I did though have a dental spacer (looked like a tooth with grips on either side) fall on the floor in 8th grade. A horrible boy found it and loudly asked about its owner. Shy geek that I was, I had to claim the thing. So embarrassing.

Oh no! This isn’t good for Elizabeth.

I could eat a - anyone else remember the horsemeat scandal of the 1950s? Popular joke was man walks into restaurant “I’m so hungry I could eat a horse!” and waiter says “You’ve come to the right place!”

When my kids came back from their three weeks of away camps, their glasses were always taped up, and the stories associated with those adventures were worth every penny that replacement frames cost … I wonder if they still remember them now that they have kids of their own… I’ll ask next time.

She’s gonna be in sheep dip about those glasses.

I am kind of wondering why the grown ups didn’t take care of the glasses for Liz. If they are in charge, and worth their salt, they would have taken care of her glasses. Isn’t she only nine or ten? When I helped with Brownie Scouts and VBS we always were on guard for these kinds of situations. Of course, that would ruin the story line here.

Now we’ll see if she puts his lights out…..

Lynn’s Comments:

One of the best things about summer camp for me was the bus ride there and back. The laughter, the singing, eating damp sandwiches (flattened in waxed paper bundles), hanging onto best friends who were strangers a week ago—what fun that was. After 65 years, the smell and the sounds of that long bus ride can be conjured up as if it all happened yesterday. Summer camp. It’s a wonderful rite of passage.

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Uh oh…

OH %#@^&!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Uh oh.

In ’77, was with some friends inter tubing down the Chattahoochee river and my glasses fell into the water..

I’ve never lost my glasses, which is good, because I’d be very, very lost without them (and probably get headaches, to boot). Breaking my glasses was a fear when I was halfway across the country at college. I had a prescription card in my wallet just in case some tragedy happened—I’d be able to get replacement glasses as quickly as possible. My sister (an optician) also made sure I brought my last pair to college with me to tide me over until getting new ones if necessary.