After mending the fence with my wife, Mag and Will yesterday afternoon, I took a shower and got myself ready for a tennis game with Will, Mas and Antje. Alas! I could not locate my spectacles. Eventually, I decided to go for the game with a pair of naked eyes.
We enjoyed the games very much but my heart still yearns for my lost spectacles.
This morning, I suggested to my wife that I should go search for my “lost one” but she vetoed it saying that it is unlikely I would find it, and even if I found it, it would have been crushed. I proposed again and again but she turned me down. I could only resort to buying a new pair.
In the evening when Will and Mag came home, they asked me whether we have found the spectacles. I told Will my desire to search for the spectacle. I was sure I had lost them while mending the fence yesterday. My optimistic assumption was well supported by the “before and after mending” photos Mag took yesterday.
I invited Will to search together with me before it got dark . He instantly agreed but my wife did not. Will explained to her that “ unlike women, it is man’s psychic to want to hunt” and in this case hunt for my lost property. I nodded my head in full agreement.
Jubilated, I quickly changed into my Commando’s suit and raincoat (it was drizzling then). Together with Will, we tore down part of the fence we had painstakingly mended yesterday and started our exploration beyond the boundaries.
Using a rake and with a torchlight in hand, we started ploughing and combing the dense forest which was covered with dried leaves and thorny branches. After half an hour of perspiration, the “lost one” was still nowhere in sight. And dinner was ready. Mag and my wife shouted at us from the kitchen: “Give up!” I was again amazed and amused that both ladies told us to give up. But being men, Will and I persevered and decided to give our last shot.
With an undaunted spirit, Will’s rake suddenly got in contact with a shiny golden object and he yelled “I found something!” My heart pounded and I turned around and screamed “That’s it! We found it!” I was overjoyed and gave Will a spontaneous big hug.
Lost and found – that means I do not have to go through the hassle of fixing a new pair of spectacles. My spectacles, which I missed for the past 24 hours have finally returned to me and sitting comfortably at the ridge of my nose.
I took a nice hot shower cleaning up all the debris on my bodies. We opened a bottle of red wine to celebrate this mysterious and exciting adventure. Such a joy, when shared, multiplies many fold.
What a spectacular spectacle!
reported by : Peter Teo / August 10, 2009
