while my husband got a haircut i wandered down to a thriftstore. four cassettes for a dollar. i vacillated between bette midler and barbra striesand, but i already have bette. so i got my first barbra. "memory".
(wanted to see if the cassette player in our new used '92 jetta works. it does not.)
got home and put the cassette next to my old (from high school) Sylvania record player with radio and double cassette feature. very cool. but didn't listen.
next day walked by the community garden. man gardening says to me, "has anyone ever told you that you look like barbra streisand?" (yes, but not since i was eleven, which is over twenty years ago.)
a week later i'm again walking and a street person on trash day getting cans to recycle says, "you're a pretty lady." i keep walking. "come back," he shouts, "you look like barbra streisand!" what are the odds?
so i go home, listen to "memory" about ten times, develop an overwhelming desire to see CATS, and begin to suspect there is a gay man trapped inside my body yearning to get free.
what does this all mean? what should i do next? obviously the universe is giving me a message, but what?