SLEUTH SNOOPING SATURDAY
Sleuth Snooping Saturday was the story I had planned for yesterday. However, circumstances surrounding a fever, a cough, and a sinus infection got in the way. Not feeling well might have something to do with this story; however, I need to ask myself why does this keep happening to me?
I have to go back to Friday night, say about ten thirty to give you dear readers a clue as to the dilemma I woke up to on Saturday morning.
Picture this; a constant stream of tears oozing out of my right eye, a headache pounding on the right side of my head and a persistent cough that made Ethel, the cat run and hide behind the brown chair many times during the evening. Not to mention a mid-grade fever. Needless to say, I wasn’t at my best.
At ten thirty I decided to go to bed. I went upstairs, brushed my teeth, put my glasses on the nightstand and crawled into bed. 10:35 and every few minutes after, it was, blow my nose, cough, blow my nose, cough. I think you get the drift.
Somehow I made it through the night. The break of dawn found me getting out of bed, reaching for my glasses…What? I thought I put them on the nightstand. Hmm… Since I didn’t feel like searching for them, I grabbed my spare pair and headed downstairs. Now the extra pair does very little to help me, but I figured they were better than nothing.
I grabbed my coffee, put in a little sugar, then a swig of Hazelnut creamer, my favorite, and headed the few feet to the tv room. My husband was watching the news and reading the Saturday morning newspaper when I shared my story about my missing glasses. He looked up and just shook his head. Rick knows me all too well. I miss place my glasses a few times a year. Thank goodness I know a Saint who lives in heaven who must chuckle each time I call his name.
Well, it took we twice as long to read the articles. And as the print seemed to get smaller, I started creating my own stories all with happy endings.
After a piece of jelly toast, I went back upstairs to make my bed and look for my specks. Now follow me here it will come in handy later on in the story. I made my bed, pulled back Mom’s afghan, folded it over, then fixed the pillows. Next, I got on my hands and knees and searched under the bed, and the nightstand. Finally, I looked inside my sneakers and shoes, although they were not directly near the sleeping area.
Where could those glasses be? I looked up to heaven and call on my good friend, then went back downstairs.
The rest of the day found me napping, coughing, you know the rest…
Later that afternoon, while I was sleeping, Rick went upstairs to search for my glasses on his own. What a guy! I don’t know how long he was up there but when I woke he handed me my glasses. He told me he searched everywhere I did but looked somewhere else, somewhere I had not given a second thought to.
Rick had an overwhelming feeling to check the bedding. Well, I will tell you they were not under the sheets or the comforter, they were not even under the afghan.
My glasses were neatly in the fold of the afghan I had pulled back and folded over! Wow! I had slept with them all night. Even though I had pulled Mom’s afghan up to my neck, tossed and turned most of the night. They survived! Even with me pulling, tucking, and folding everything in place! I was impressed.
My husband mentioned something funny as he handed me my glasses, ” Someone in heaven really loves you!” I answered, ” I know!”
This whole story is about faith and hope, the missing glasses are just a metaphor. Yes, St. Anthony might have had a hand in leading my husband or maybe not. Maybe both St. Anthony and Jesus get a chuckle out of my escapades or maybe not.
I might lose my glasses once in a while, but there is one thing that I am one hundred percent sure of, and that is you, and I are loved more than we could ever imagine. More than all the stars in the universe, more than all the snowflakes that fall from heaven, and more than all the raindrops that sprinkle earth on a spring and summer day. You are loved. Believe it!