Monday, December 08, 2008

Random Musings

Last week when I filled up the car with gas, I walked through what I thought was a mud puddle. It turned out to be a gas puddle.

I soaked the bottoms of my good sneakers in Dawn dish washing liquid and in white vinegar before I could stand to put them back on. I walked up and down the streets of Fincastle in them on Saturday and now they smell like asphalt and old apples.

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Every year I lose a pair of scissors. I don't know where they go. Since I never find them again I guess they must somehow get up on their little pointy ends and tiptoe out of the house. I imagine them running down the driveway, breathless, trying to escape from the evil paper-cutting woman inside who dulls their edges.

Maybe then they make their way to some halfway house for escaped utensils and tools, where they hide out with an assortment of screwdrivers, hammers and silverware. Because they certainly are not here.

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One of my friends (and a fellow blogger) and I have a great deal in common, from birthdays that are close to the cancer that took our mothers. She recently had surgery and has reported that she will have a large scar on her chest when the opening heals.

I have had a large scar on my chest since I was five years old. Weird!

9 comments:

  1. Yikes! It takes forever to get that gasoline smell to go away. And somehow i lose scissors too.

    Sometimes, you're meant to meet the people you meet for certain reasons. Cool stuff!

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  2. Ok, Dew, it's time you and I start having some great things happen to us the same. One of us will get a book deal next year and then the other will follow. How's that sound?

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  3. RNR, I agree! I think good stuff is definitely in the cards!

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  4. Dew, one thing I did forget about it...we were both lucky with our choice in husbands! They sound very alike too ;)

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  5. Isn't it great when you find someone you have so much in common with? It's like finding a long lost sister!

    That scissor story had me laughing! I could just picture those scissors sprinting away as fast as they could. Too funny! Maybe they are hiding out with my lost (escapee) scissors....

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  6. And our pens, and spoons and forks and coffee cups... and socks...

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  7. I laughed out loud at the mix of smells in number 1. And at the idea of scissor slinking away like long legged models.

    There are some weird parallel line-ups in life that seem stranger than fiction for sure.

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  8. Yey for friendship.

    I have the scissor thing too. It's worldwide. If I ever spot the renegade bunch I'll let you know.

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  9. You are so mean to those scissors.

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