Wearing glasses is not always a blessing...
While doing some pruning and cutting of the underbrush, Pieter did swing the branches on the growing, large pile alongside the creek.
Oops, no glasses on his face... Where did they FLY off to?
This is just a photo from a beginning, rather flat pile...
This photo indicates better, that right there was the creek.
Now imagine a tall pile, where the glasses somewhere HUNG inside...
I had to climb on the pile along the creek's edge, for getting to them, without cracking too many of the branches so the glasses would not SHIFT.
Then reaching deep inside the pile for actually retrieving them.
GOT THEM with several scratches on arms and legs, but Pieter was so grateful!
Never a dull moment for both of us and lots of 'unexpected — not planned for' incidents.
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One other incident where Pieter was carrying away pruned off branches, he flung his glasses off and retrieved the frame but one lens was missing...
So at the end of the day, after weeding, and before coming inside for a shower and supper, I thought hmm, WHERE could that lens be?
Obviously it fell down, so I literally went down on my belly and peered over the path, where Pieter had walked and dragged off those branches, before flinging them onto the pile.
And yes, there was something glistening in the dirt between the dry leaves.
Got the lens and walked inside with my hand behind my back, telling Pieter that I had a gift for him.
You should have seen that HUGE SMILE!
Have any of you ever lost your glasses, or a single lens, at a very odd place?
