They are found!

It all started when I took them off to see better the "Good Farmer".

He stood ready to go at the door, after an egg delivery. I had just been sitting in front of the computer and had walked directly from my chair to the kitchen and the back door.

These new glasses are wonderful, so effective that I no longer suffer eyestrain while using the computer. However, looking any further ahead produces an intolerable blur.

Standing to chat at the back door, I removed my glasses to better view the smiling face of "Good Farmer". I hooked the arm of my glasses into the top opening of my clothing, so I could find them when I next needed them.

After "Good Farmer" departed, I continued in the kitchen, preparing lunch. While my soup simmered, I wandered all over the house, doing this and that.

Finally sitting down to eat my soup, I grabbed the book I am currently reading (Ravenshoe), and prepared to enjoy a feast for the eyes. Reaching for my glasses, I found... nothing.

Leaving my hot soup waiting on the table with a spoon, I began to look in all those places where I usually set-down my glasses. A few minutes determined that they were in none of the usual places.

"I will just look again, after my lunch", I thought.

The old glasses served adequately, so lunch and the book were enjoyed simultaneously.

Dishes done, I began to search the house more thoroughly. Mist watched me lazily from her warm sleeping-spot on my chair. The new glasses were nowhere to be found.

The door had been open when "Good Farmer" departed, so donning coat and boots I did a thorough check of the back landing area. The glasses were not there.

"They must be somewhere in the house", I said. I was beginning to talk aloud to myself, as I occasionally do when facing puzzlement.

I engaged the search three times during the afternoon, with the same result, failure.

Later that afternoon, I had the pleasure of chatting over coffee with a friend, who is a cat lover. As we sat in the cafe, I related the whole sorry tale of an absent mind and the new glasses. She laughed, and told me about one of her cats, which had taken to dragging desirable items to a secret hiding place. Mist had now come under suspicion. The places I would look for my glasses had just expanded to every nook and cranny in the house.

Attila arrived home, and after hearing of my dilemma, helpfully searched the house. The glasses were not found. He impressed upon me that the situation was not hopeless, as I could purchase a new pair of glasses to replace them. I felt sick at the thought of this, as our budget does not easily extend to cover such eventualities.

"Give me a few days, I must have put them somewhere", I asserted.

That night, as I lay in bed, I could hear Mist bumping around in the dark. Later, in my dreams, my glasses sat large upon Mist's furry little head, and she stumbled about the house amused at the distortion.

The next day, when Attila arrived home, we discussed our new search strategy. He suggested we wait until after dinner, when we would be well fortified for the ordeal to come. Meal preparation began, and I left the kitchen so as not to be in Attila's way.

Minutes later, Attila's head popped around the corner. He was grinning.

"Are you looking for these", he asked, as his hand swept out from behind his back, holding my new glasses.

Where did he find them?

The day the glasses went missing had been a busy one. I had been baking all morning, and working on the computer by turns. There is an old chef's apron I wear while I am baking, and I had been wearing that apron when "Good Farmer" arrived at the door.

It was upon this apron that the glasses had been hung.

Preparing to eat my lunch, I had removed the apron and returned it to its hook on the wall. It folded nicely against the wall and within those folds lay my new glasses.

Attila had moved the apron aside to access the plastic bag dispenser and there he found my spectacles, easy as that!