A Wee Bit Slow on the Uptake

When it comes to synchronistic events in my life, sometimes I can be really slow on the uptake. For example, remember when I found $300 lying in the street, maybe a week after talking about how I wanted to fund a personal project with found money? Kathy actually had to point out the obvious connection between the conversation we had and me finding the money, because I was so distracted thinking things like, "I bet whoever lost this is very sad, oh no! Could this be counterfeit? Is it drug money? Will I get arrested if I take this to the bank?" Uh, hello!

But this latest one is a blue-ribbon winner in the category of "slow on the uptake." You'll have to bear with me so I can explain.

Remember one year ago, when I was planning how to cut my hair before I lost it all to chemotherapy? I mentioned how the little girl inside of me would probably want to whack it all off with scissors before buzz cutting it. I added, "Of course, the way I imagine it involves comically huge scissors, a la Looney Tunes, and I'll probably have to settle for something more mundane in scale, but it still could be fun."

Okay, then remember how I had that really fun and synchronistic shopping trip, eight days into chemo, before I lost my hair?

Well, I didn't mention it in the entry, but at the store where I bought all the artsy-craftsy supplies, I also bought a HUGE PAIR OF SCISSORS. I had never seen them before, but they had them on display with the other collage items. And when I say they were huge, I mean, like this:

Yeah, those are big! Edward Scissorhands could easily mistake them for one of his fingers.

At the time, I thought, wow, I should make a jeweled sheath to slip the scissors into and carry it by my side. Then I could whip it out like a sword when there is crafting to be done! Yeah, that's the ticket. (Wait, you don't think like that?) But what I ended up doing was putting the box containing the scissors away, not to be found again for months.

At no time did I make the hair-cutting connection. REALLY. Not until last night, when I was reaching for scissors to open a bag and grabbed that enormous pair.

Poor Marge and Norm; they do something wonderfully eerie and nice and I don't even notice it at first. They must be so patient to put up with me. I can just hear Marge in my head, "Oh, Norm, she'll noticed what we did eventually. She's just got a lot on her mind. You know she means well. Hey, I've got an idea. Let's get her some donuts, maybe a cruller. She's looking a little waifish, doncha think?"

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