Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Day 119, September 19

At a garage sale last weekend, I bought a pair of sunglasses, telling my husband that "You can never have too many pairs of sunglasses."  I have been known to lose mine, sit on them, or have them cracked by an over-eager grandchild.  After the next garage sale, I returned to the car and realized I didn't have my sunglasses with me.  I returned to the sale and found them mixed in with some clothes on a table.

It was as though the universe were confirming my decision to buy the glasses at the previous sale.   I took that as a good sign.  After all, if I'm in tune with the universe, maybe I am not falling apart at such a rapid pace!

I look for signs in all sorts of things.  I haven't read tea leaves yet (probably because I don't drink tea), but I have felt for bumps on my head (phrenology) to try to "read" my future.  I also look at astrological charts.  None of this helps, of course, but I figure it can't hurt.

That is the philosophy behind much of a menopauser's effort to stave off the passage of time:  it won't help, but it can't hurt.  Now, if youi'll excuse me, I've got some head bumps to feel!

1 comment:

  1. I'm glad someone else shares my sunglasses theory. It is rare indeed that a pair of mine make it through an entire year.