Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Hold Still. Do Nothing.


One of those things that's hard to believe. I've always had dead straight hair. I envied my little sister's curls, the most curly hair you could possibly imagine. One of my daughters inherited it. Neither of Sister's daughters did. They got mine, straight and true. And then, yesterday morning, I wake up with curly hair. So many curls that at our annual card party last night everyone remarked on my "gorgeous perm". I didn't explain it wasn't a perm, as I knew it would sound like a lie but magic. It's still curly today. Me like. Lots.

My mind wanders down weird alleyways. I was wondering what would be the last smell of someone's life? It must be awful if you're in hospital and inhaling cabbage/antiseptic/urine/faeces/floor polish/bleach as your very last breath. Something so sad about that. When it should be lavender. The ocean spray. A good curry. Wild roses. A baby. I warned you I was weird.

I was out and about in a cardigan today so it looks like the freakish winter of last year is giving us a pass. Very mild, a few cold nights but on the whole back to our normally mild early winter. We usually don't get snow until February. Fingers crossed for a green December.

I was practising going around without any money on me. I know. Weird again. An experiment. And people, seriously, kept giving me money. I was asked over to a house as Commissioner of Oaths (I know, me, hysterical, right?) and the couple stuck $20 in my pocket for witnessing some papers. And then last night at the party, as everyone "knows I don't drink otherwise it would have been a bottle" I was given $50 as part of the card playing "profit-sharing" plan. The organizers have now converted the normal annual donation to the church as an annual benefit split amongst the card players. The RC church threw the seniors out on the street over a year ago when they closed the parish hall (land donated and built free by residents) and put it up for sale. We now have a new town hall, town owned and operated, a truly lovely space, and everyone is delighted. And next, this morning, the post mistress comes over from across the bay and buys 6 of my cards for $20. So within a day or two I have $90 without lifting a finger.

This could have something to do with my brand new curly head, you think? Magic.

17 comments:

  1. So your hair went curly over night?

    That epigenetics or

    How much did you drink? enough to forget curling?

    You may want to check you electric blanket for shorts, and you lighting arrestors for ground. Sounds like you got a charge from somewhere.

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  2. I love how you collected the money. Doesn't work for me. I rarely carry money and none is handed to me as I make my way through the town. Instead, people have their hands out, wanting more and more of what I don't have.

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  3. I love found money! As for the curls, I've never had the pleasure:) Keep on keeping on ~ you are obviously doing something right.

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  4. Fred:
    Unless I forgot I got sozzled or sizzled, yeah?

    I don't want it to leave, I keep tossing my head in thrills. :D

    XO
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  5. DKZ

    I was going through a bit of a patch emotionally and my universe self-corrected? Curly hair+found money.

    I'm only thrilled.

    XO
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  6. Sharon:

    I musta done sumtink good somewhere.....

    XO
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  7. You woke up with curly hair? That's pretty weird!

    It would be nice if people handed me money everywhere I went, but as dkzody said, it's more a question of people wanting money off me.

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  8. Photo please!

    Your hair has gone curly, while mine gets straighter by the day. Did you have your hair cut? Sometimes the weight straightens the hair. Stay well and may your pockets never be empty!

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  9. Your story about the church throwing the seniors out reminded me of an occurrence here in our small town about two years ago. The senior center had a new director. Since his installation as director, he insisted that all the women gathered for the afternoon quilting session leaves when it was his approved closing time but allowed the men who were playing dominoes to stay. One day, the women protested and refused to leave. Police were called. This was during the middle of our hottest summer on record with afternoon temperatures over 100 degrees F every afternoon. The women were detained for questioning on the baking sidewalk, heat waves rising in the air. One, in her eighties and suffering heat exhaustion, had to be brought by ambulance to the hospital. The quilt the women had been working on was a quilt for their annual auction to raise funds for the senior center. They refused to complete the quilt that year, and in the past, it was always the center's biggest income producer. The whole town buzzed about the women being ousted from the senior center.

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  10. How humiliating to find the verb "leaves" when I of course meant to type the plural form and not the singular.

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  11. Amazing! May be you are being sent messages to start believing again! In any case, what on earth made you conduct that experiment?

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  12. Nick:

    I was not worried going out without money, more excited, if you can understand that, like: what gives universe?

    XO
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  13. GM:
    Yes, I just had it cut last week, I can't speak too highly of my cutter, she spends a lot of time with this head of mine.

    So you could be right~!

    XO
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  14. Linda:

    The diminishment of women and their work yet again.

    What a short-sighted prick that director was!

    XO
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  15. Ramana

    Karmic energy maybe in compensation for loss? Who knows?

    XO
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  16. Wow, that IS pretty weird about your hair. My friend's daughter had pin-straight thin hair till as a teenager she shaved it all off for a fundraiser, and it grew back thick and curly. That was weird too. Life: mysterious and wonderful sometimes.

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