It was a chaotic afternoon. R's bedroom digital tv recorder, PVR, failed. It is dual tuner, as is the lounge room PVR. We moved the PVR from the lounge room to his bedroom. Sounds simple? It wasn't. Many wires, some redundant were involved. TV's had to be lifted. Furniture moved. Wires manipulated. His infrared ear phones wouldn't work, then I broke a bit of plastic on them and rendered them useless, even though they were already rather useless.
We will retrieve our single tuner PVR for our lounge room from Mother's that we gave her when analogue tv was switched off and she had an old tv of ours. She now has a newer digital tv, also an old one of ours, but of course she doesn't live in her home now.
Enough, I proclaimed. I need to clear my head and go out for my ISO walk, and I did. Not much head clearing as Sister called while I was out walking. I hate myself for it, but I talked on my phone while I ordered coffee while out. The barista knows me well enough and knew what coffee I wanted and of course I paid with a card. I did say to him, thank you, in spite of Sister continuing to talk. I was worried about getting back home and finish sorting out the tech issues.
I was walking in Fawkner Park, which you can see on the right of my blog header photo.
Just on a whim, I thought I will check the glass lost property case within the park. The case mostly contains lost keys and car and apartment fobs, but there is a pair of glasses that look like my lost reading glasses. The case was locked but a key was in position. Alas the lock was seized and I couldn't open it.
Then I noticed a lower open ledge where more recent lost keys, fobs etc had been left. Would you believe, there were my reading glasses. At $200 they are a bit better than my newly bought $5 reading glasses, being two staged for reading and computer screen use. I will return to the lost property case and leave a thank you note. The people who surround us in our neighbourhood may be ever so middle class, perhaps somewhat retentive and conservative but are thoroughly decent and honest people who will go out of their way to help. Such is the kindness of strangers.
"To whoever found my black framed reading glasses and left them here, thank you so much." I hope it is not whomever, but regardless, that would sound pretentious.