Day 194
It is one to thing to voluntarily give up your possessions; it is entirely another thing to have them float away, burnt or otherwise destroyed by a vindictive broad named Sandy.
That’s not good.
I had planned on one of my typical rambling tongue in cheek posts for today. I was going to tell you all about buying a pair of Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses at a thrift store that had apparently been cast off because they were stretched out and wouldn’t stay on a normal person’s head.
But today, it seemed a little trite and everything I write seems to have a hollow ring.
So, I will cut to the chase: I took them to Walmart to get them fixed at the optometry center. There, now you know. Walmart will fix sunglasses.–and they didn’t even charge me.
I wish everything was as easy to repair.
*Am I the only one that is completely baffled by the term “superstorm” ? That is driving me crazy, because super sounds good, as in… superhero, Superbowl or supernova. Instead, I prefer the somewhat puerile but more appropriate title, “stupidstorm” Sandy.