Today … March 19th, 2:54 pm
I am sitting up in my treehouse office looking at something that is a rarity in this area … a blue sky. I mean a REALLY blue sky. It’s sunny, the sky is blue, it looks lovely … except it’s about 24 degrees today and the wind is gusting and biting and it is hideously cold and bitter. I guess winter wants to go out with a flourish as tomorrow marks the first day of Spring. Woo-hoo … we are to reach 26 degrees by then!
I am ruing the lateness of the season while “doing my taxes” … and with that I mean I am doing anything BUT my taxes. I am going through drawers that haven’t seen the light of day since I moved in. I am reading old blog posts. I am organizing my pen drawer. I am arranging my magic markers according to color. I am doing anything and everything I can possibly think of to avoid doing what I really need to be doing.
And that includes destroying the EB’s. I have a confession: I pluck. Big time. And I don’t mean as in playing the banjo. I am an eyebrow tamer … or more accurately, an eyebrow ridder. An EB destroyer of sorts. I have posted before about this as I have this THING about eyebrows. I do NOT like them. Well, I like them just fine when they are nice looking … tame, trim, well-shaped … and NOT MINE!
I was on the bus last summer with my dad, who has, himself, grown quite the specimens of EB’s (eyebrows – if you haven’t already figured that one out). However, there was a gentleman sitting near us who had a supremely bushy set which I could have practically braided – each unto itself, into a fine, tight, Jamaican do! The Grand Poobah of great EB’s!
My mother has somehow my dad’s father’s eyebrows. How this happened I have no idea. So, genetically, I was doomed from the start. Bushy isn’t quite the adjective I’d use for them … as now, since my “plucking in earnest” days began they are rather sparse (and quasi non-existent). Sparse yes … short, um … NO! Length seems to be a factor with mine which I tend to find completely gross and disgusting! Where are my scissors? Where are my tweezers? I have plucked and snipped until I have nary anything left. Not exactly the look I was going for … but at least I’m not waving, unexpectedly, at people!
In any case, I don’t think any lady should have two inch lengths of eyebrow hair. I find that almost nauseating! I don’t think anyone should have two inch lengths! Ew!
And perhaps it stems from years ago when tentacles, antennae, eyebrows all blended together and became synonymous to me – even though they really shouldn’t be as they are different things.
My brother was a budding lepidopterist when we were children and every day (practically) since I have had a fleeting nanosecond image of some insect’s antennae … as we peered at in on its stick, leaf-perch or my brother’s hand … long and flailing, searching the air for signals, scents, sounds (whatever those things do). So, somehow eyebrows and insects have become enmeshed in my brain and perhaps that is why I don’t like them.
In any case … I’m sitting here thinking that I should get back to the task at hand but I can’t help wondering, during my childhood, how many teachers looked at me and thought … “Don’t wave those tentacles at me, young lady!”