Little harbinger
Every so often I get mail from my glasses vendor soliciting me to buy another pair, and my response to that each time is a predictable [i]'maybe in a few months'[/i]. I've never really been enthusiastic about change and tend to believe that if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Or hit it harder. Depends on if you want it broken or not. Either way, as long as I can see everything else, I don't see the need to buy something I already have.
Still, the passing months add up and the realization that it's been a while since I've gotten new glasses starts to weigh on me. The pressure to go in for an upgrade lingers for a while before eventually settling into the background as my other responsibilities take center stage.
But sometimes the universe has funny timing and your hand gets forced before you're ready to play it. A few days ago I got the mail and saw such a letter from my glasses vendor. Before even opening the envelope, I already knew I was past due for new pair. I just don't like going out that much. I figured I'd put it off for another month or two and then I'd finally be squared away.
Turns out my dog totally missed that memo. We were not on the same page at all. My next-door neighbors were having some repairs or something done in their apartment this morning and the repair man kept having to knock on their door to go in and out while grabbing gear and whatnot. But the walls in my apartment complex are pretty thin, so it kinda sounded like the knocking was happening on my front door instead, which my dog isn't used to.
Ever the loyal guardian, my dog bolted from her rest and rushed to the door to greet the potential intruder, giving them a warning bark should they wish to reconsider. Knowing it was a false alarm, I got up to bring my dog back and calm her down from her excited state, and it worked the first time. Then a few minutes later it happened again, and I had to calm her down again.
The third time however, she was a lot angrier and didn't want to leave the door alone, so I decided to pick her up, relocate her to my room, and shut the door to keep her from rushing off anywhere. But my dog had other plans. Ever the faithful soldier, she didn't want to leave her post undefended.
As I tried grabbing her, she tried jumping out of my grip, and that's when her head met mine and my glasses met their untimely end. I was pissed. I used my angry voice to let her know the party was over and, defeated, she finally realized she messed up and left.
Still, her feelings would recover although my glasses would not. I used superglue to hold my frames together for the time being, but I'm going to need another pair sooner than later.
Incredibly enough, this is the third pair of glasses she's broken. It's like glasses killed her parents or something. It's really unusual. But the most unusual part of all is that each time she broke my frames, I had that pressure in my head - that weight - to get new glasses. Each time the lingering doubt that maybe my glasses were old and in need of an update was somewhere in my head. Each time my little spastic furball just found a way to drive the point home.
I'm not angry about it at all. My dog is a super sweet girl and just gets too excited sometimes. It's quite amazing how life gives you a little push in certain directions every now and then. My dog's a good little harbinger. Whatever hesitancy or foot dragging I'm prone to tends to get hurried along rather quick when she provides the right impetus.
Sometimes people just need to find the right motivation in life, and sometimes that motivation licks her own butt and drools an entire liter every time you eat.
Still, the passing months add up and the realization that it's been a while since I've gotten new glasses starts to weigh on me. The pressure to go in for an upgrade lingers for a while before eventually settling into the background as my other responsibilities take center stage.
But sometimes the universe has funny timing and your hand gets forced before you're ready to play it. A few days ago I got the mail and saw such a letter from my glasses vendor. Before even opening the envelope, I already knew I was past due for new pair. I just don't like going out that much. I figured I'd put it off for another month or two and then I'd finally be squared away.
Turns out my dog totally missed that memo. We were not on the same page at all. My next-door neighbors were having some repairs or something done in their apartment this morning and the repair man kept having to knock on their door to go in and out while grabbing gear and whatnot. But the walls in my apartment complex are pretty thin, so it kinda sounded like the knocking was happening on my front door instead, which my dog isn't used to.
Ever the loyal guardian, my dog bolted from her rest and rushed to the door to greet the potential intruder, giving them a warning bark should they wish to reconsider. Knowing it was a false alarm, I got up to bring my dog back and calm her down from her excited state, and it worked the first time. Then a few minutes later it happened again, and I had to calm her down again.
The third time however, she was a lot angrier and didn't want to leave the door alone, so I decided to pick her up, relocate her to my room, and shut the door to keep her from rushing off anywhere. But my dog had other plans. Ever the faithful soldier, she didn't want to leave her post undefended.
As I tried grabbing her, she tried jumping out of my grip, and that's when her head met mine and my glasses met their untimely end. I was pissed. I used my angry voice to let her know the party was over and, defeated, she finally realized she messed up and left.
Still, her feelings would recover although my glasses would not. I used superglue to hold my frames together for the time being, but I'm going to need another pair sooner than later.
Incredibly enough, this is the third pair of glasses she's broken. It's like glasses killed her parents or something. It's really unusual. But the most unusual part of all is that each time she broke my frames, I had that pressure in my head - that weight - to get new glasses. Each time the lingering doubt that maybe my glasses were old and in need of an update was somewhere in my head. Each time my little spastic furball just found a way to drive the point home.
I'm not angry about it at all. My dog is a super sweet girl and just gets too excited sometimes. It's quite amazing how life gives you a little push in certain directions every now and then. My dog's a good little harbinger. Whatever hesitancy or foot dragging I'm prone to tends to get hurried along rather quick when she provides the right impetus.
Sometimes people just need to find the right motivation in life, and sometimes that motivation licks her own butt and drools an entire liter every time you eat.
31-35, M
