Village Squire, 1980-03, Page 18Sadim-
the Midas
touch in reverse
BY YVONNE REYNOLDS
King Midas was given a unique gift - everything he touched
turned to pure gold. I have recently been endowed with a most
unwelcome talent - anything I have a hand in turns into a
disaster.
For example: I am trying to economize. After adding water to
the dregs of my favourite shampoo last week and finding that I
still had loads of suds, I bought the largest size of my first -choice
brand, poured half into another bottle, and filled each container
to within an inch of the top with water. I informed my husband of
my clever trick but forgot to tell our son when he breezed in from
university on winter break the following day.
On day three I decided to wash my hair, and reached for the
shampoo. I couldn't believe the message scurrying along my
optic nerve from eyeball to brain. There was hardly enough
liquid left to raise bubbles on Telly Savalas.
I stormed out to the living room and confronted my son, sitting
reading in the armchair, the light from the floor lamp spilling
over his left shoulder and accenting the highlights in his shiny,
squeaky -clean hair.
(A popular song with my generation was the hit from South
Pacific "I'm Going to Wash That Man Right out of my Hair."
Our offspring have turned that around and shampoo so often
they seem determined to wash the hair right out of the man.)
"What happened to all the shampoo?" I raged. "This bottle
was almost full on Saturday!"
"You tell me what happened to the shampoo!" he countered.
"I started to pour some into my hand in the shower and it was
tike water. I kept pouring and waiting for the thick stuff to come
out. It never did!"
I also economize by sharing the drive in to church with a friend.
Last Sunday was my turn. When I stopped in front of J.'s house,
her husband came to the door to tell me J. was quite ill, and
would not be going anywhere that day.
"Why didn't you phone?" I plaintively inquired.
"Because J.'s young niece Kathy will be looking after the
toddlers today, so here's some cookies to take in and give to
her."
Grabbing the paper sack, I rushed back to the car and whizzed
off to church. I caught Kathy's eye during Sunday school,
dambered over five sets of feet, and handed her the bribe bag. I
basked in a self -generated cloud of virtue for the rest of the
morning; the better the day, the better the deed and all that.
The next morning I received a call from my friend, who was by
now up and about.
PG. 16 VILLAGE SQUIRE/MARCH 1980
"I thought you'd like to know I found a bag of cookies on the
kitchen counter this morning," she announced.
"Cookies!? On the counter? Then what did I deliver? I gasped.
I could barely hear her answer through the peals of laughter.
"A bag of old snapshots!"
Oh, well. Things didn't pan out for King Midas either. He
became as anxious to rid himself of the Golden Touch as I am to
shake off the Sadim Effect.
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Lunch or Dinner
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