I discovered a remnant of the Old Magic still alive and thriving in our so called technologically advanced day and age. Its been here for a long time but like most people I haven't noticed it till just a few days ago.
I was sitting at a friends when an innocent question arose from my friend Raina, "Can you get something from my purse?"
immediately the hair on the back of my neck began to stand to attention. Rick tried to evade the question, "I don't go through a woman's purse."
Some masculine instinct fears the purse, a small piece of us knows, we are playing with a power that is not ours to control. We are stepping into a realm where we are powerless. The dreaded reply, "Oh, its just right on top."
The only reason that the item is always on top for a woman is because through some power unbeknownst to me, they can draw the required item out of the abyss with startling immediacy. But for the poor male, all the digging in the world will not cause the item to reveal itself. This is a magic foreign to us.
Just as startling and disconcerting is that the moment after we bow in defeat and offer the purse so she might retrieve the item, does it veritably leap out of the purse into her hand.
doesn't it also seem strange that a woman will always have whatever is required for the situation at hand, be it Band-Aids or Kleenex, soldering iron, or hacksaw. An inexplicable amount of bric-a-brac habitats and seems to multiply in a space that defies it actual space in reality.
All these observations have led me to reconsider what I understand and perhaps gained a new found respect for the powers of a woman.
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very nice observation. poignant and true. not so much poignant, i just like that word.
hey, would you like to go on an elkhorn slough safari? you see birds and sea otters. if you would like to stuff that into the time you're here I need to know so I can book it now, otherwise if you would like to do other things... let me know. I can't wait to see you!
(the safari people have a website if you want to check it out, i leave you to the power of Google.)
I would have to second the wife's opinion on this one. I dread those words, "could you get something from my purse?" there is something so private about a purse, besides you never know when your going to dig up a feminine product.
not the dreaded purse... **shutters**
it just doesn't make sense. Like they all know that their purses are overflowing with crap, but it's like some physicotic game.
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