the lessons I keep learning

There are many lessons I keep learning. Most are more profound than this one but it seems this is a simple thing, something that should be easily remembered. So, why do I keep buying false eyelashes?

I bought the first ones during my cancer treatment when my eyelashes, eyebrows, and hair all fell out. I was comfortable with the bald head but there is something alarming about a totally bald head. I was in Walgreen's one day and boom, there they were. How hard could this be?

I came home and tried and tried. Nothing I did kept them from looking like a pair of hairy centipedes resting on my eyeballs. I watched a Youtube video and thought I had it. Nope. I couldn't get those suckers on straight.

I read about how they caused terrible eye infections so I threw those in the trash. Probably ten pair. In the trash.

But then I kept being intrigued by them on other people. I wanted those long fluttery eyelashes instead of the skimpy pale ones I have now but I have lost interest in make-up. I bought more false eyelashes.

On New Year's Day, we were invited to a soiree so I tried them again. Glued them to a finger. Glued them to an eyebrow. Had black glue all over my face. Finally got them stuck down in a reasonable position.

Twenty minutes into the party, I feel the familiar creep across my eyeball. I asked Regis to check it out. He gets that look of horror/amusement and tells me I better fix it. Sure enough, that damn thing is trying to escape again. I'm done. Lesson learned.