Hey! My evil plan worked, and I get to get glasses! Now I'll really be hip and cool, just like the big kids! I picked out purple metal lenses. See! How great! Eliz picked out red ones. Sophie really, really wanted glasses, but alas, her eyes haven't yet slipped. It's kind of cool that we all have the same vision problems. Aww! We're related!
Actually, I'm kind of wondering if the new glasses will work that well. They're "progressive lenses," which means that I will harbor a deep-seated insecurity and iconoclasm in the face of authority, and I might notice symptoms like a sudden impulse to listen to indy acoustic rock and sleep in trees. But hey, I'm doing it for my country. Whatever it takes! Vive la revolucion! Or something!
I shot from the house after that last post, on my way to pick up Sophie, cutting it within minutes of overtime, as usual. What should I find to my dismay but a small dog sitting in the driveway. Neighbor dog! WTF!
I asked him if he had escaped, and he said he had, and that the sun was hot and he really thought I should take him with me in the car. So I did, and although he peed a little as we careened around corners, he was relatively happy riding shotgun, I thought. And Sophie was not just a little excited to find a dog in the car.
We brought him to Eliz's pickup time, and attracted every child over to pat him on the head. He's a cute little guy, is Tucker the Neighbor Dog. He's sort of a beagle kind of dog with something else probably in the mix, maybe, and he's mellow, if not downright terrified when short people come near him. But we walked him around! It was great! He dragged Eliz up the street, nose forward! Sophie laughed for half an hour solid!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! He licked me! Ha ha ha ha ha! He's great! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Can we keep him? Ha ha!
We had to lock him next to the garage, however, because we had to be at the optometrist for all three of our appointments. I figured he'd be okay attached to a strap from my luggage, with a big bowl of water next to him, in the shade.
Unfortunately, we came back, and he was gone, only his collar left where he had been. The neighbors were remarkably nonchalant when I brought the collar over, hoping that Tucker the Neighbor Dog was safely at home. Was Neighbor Guy still worried about that whole political sign brinkmanship from last October? It wasn't me, I swear. I didn't steal his Bush/Cheney sign four hundred times. Frankly, I suspect his own daughter. And could I help it if our dominant decorating scheme was Political Signage that season?
I hope he comes back! Come back Tucker the Neighbor Dog! We like you!
Just you wait until you're wearing your glasses and it starts to rain. Then you'll find out just what a pain in the butt they are!
I'm taking the plunge and getting contacts. The family's heading south of the border next January and I want to see when I snorkle!
Posted by: Ms. Jane | March 16, 2005 at 09:31 AM