I would
imagine all humans have each one’s fetish – an inexplicable attachment to some
trivial object or deed. I found mine in my senior years.
Since my
wife and I started renovating our bedroom (the first one in 27 years) and
vacated the room, I have been feeling
lost without my bamboo back scratcher.
As soon as I
wake up every morning, for the last so many years, I have had the routine of
reaching for my back scratcher hanging on the wall beside my bed – and of
course I scratch my itchy back and find enough heavenly relief for the day.
Since I cannot
find my back scratcher, I have tried to rub my back against the walls and the
door – to no avail. I have asked assistance from my wife, who gave me her comb!???
My grandson assisted me with a hairbrush and tried to do the job for me. His
generosity gave me some relief – in
spots – in some other spots, the assistance practically made my skin bleed.
I remember
buying this beloved stick from a travelling cart loaded with rattan-bamboo
products and pulled by a bull. I also bought from the same salesman a hand-made
decorated native dagger with carabao horn handle. I’ve already disposed of this
weapon knowing that this is now classified as a deadly weapon. This type of
ambulant salesmen has gone out of style and are already banned from the traffic-gridlock
of the MetroManila. Hence, I am still looking for my back scratcher.
Will
somebody tell me where I can buy a similar back scratcher? Or what is the 21st
century equivalent of this ancient handy tool? Would you know what your fetish
is? Or do you have a human back scratcher?
