The Scissors

This I do not know for sure but I would not be the least bit surprised that when then whirlwind of the picked up and left my Aunt’s home, they had in their passion a pair of humble black handled scissors. Just regular old scissors, but scissors my aunt says she has to have back as soon as possible. When I interrogated the brothers and sisters, sure enough they smiled maliciously and produced the cutting devices. I waited till after the crew had left and Dianne calle my aunt and advised her we had the cutting tool and bring them back the next day, Sunday. Dianne skillfully defused my Aunt, who had been significant stress from everything, made my Aunt feel valued and revered both of which she is by us.

woke to find Sunday one of those beautiful autumn Sundays, brisk but warm in the sun a good day for a road trip. We wanted to drop off the scissors around 11:30 and be back in Salt Lake by 1:00—I still wanted to visit my Mom in her new surroundings. We were excited, as we got ready, my brother had brought a bag of tomatoes-a huge sack of “beef steaks” and we were going to give the Ancients a small basket of tomatoes with the scissors.

We were on the interstate headed South maybe ten minutes when the van was racked with a knock which sounded like we had a flat tire. We were just before the 10010 South turn off, it still took us forever just creep off the interstate. We finally found a place safe to park and download the wheelchair. When something like this happens one has to take the “high road” or the depression would justnock me out. Dianne always says, ”probably saved our lives” plus the fact the breakdown occurred while we were stIll close to homer and close to public transportation. We ended up walking(rolling in my case) 10 Utah blocks. We were hoping to catch a bus but one never came and eventually we found a train station. I was in the “Red” of my power indicator not sure I was going to make it home. The train got us to our home station and the we jumped an “inbound” bus which got us close to home. I made it—Dianne was getting pretty tired toward the end of our walk and a cool wind blew up and clouds began to march across the sky, sure enough, a storm was coming in.

Dianne had to crash, she was exhausted. I worked on the computer, blogging and downloading images for the blog and waited for the time to pass. I made the call to my Aunt at 4:30. She figured something had gone wrong and was worried—I should have called earlier. She said not to worry about the scissors or at least of bringing them to Santaquin. Aunt E felt that if we got the scissors to my mothers care center Aunt E would pick them up there when she came in to visit my mom later this week.

I was surprised when I saw these scissors—there seems to be nothing special about them except they are hers and she needs to be validated. We all need to be validated it’s only right.