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!