Eye Can't Win!
A weeks ago the Pres went to the eye doctor and when asked to read the top line of the chart with his glasses on, he said to the technician, "You're kidding, right?" Needless to say, he had a scrip change and was told to get new glasses.
Meanwhile Monday (Nov 30) we had high winds (40-50 mph) and torrential rain, leaving us with many dead branches down in the yard.
Fast forward to Wednesday. The conversation went like this:
ME: Hon, when are you going to pick up that branch in the yard?
HIM: What branch?
ME: The one lying on the lawn.
HIM: What are you talking about? You mean in the woods behind the "baseball scoreboard"?
Calling him over to the great room window, I said, See, right there.
HIM: You mean the ones underneath the scoreboard?
Standing with him so his line of sight could follow my arm, I pointed. See, on the lawn between the scoreboard and the bench.
HIM: Oh, I didn't see that one.
Friday, I picked up all the branches adding them to the large brush pile over the fence and...the Pres? Well, on Friday, the Pres picked up his new glasses. Wearing them when he got home, he never noticed that the branches were gone.
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Eye Can't Win