Wow, if I was wondering if you were all out there reading my blog, or if in fact, I was talking to myself, I guess I know the truth now.
YOU ARE THERE.
I AM SO HAPPY.
Not that I don't talk to myself on a regular basis, because I do.
It feels quite normal, too, I might add.
I took another day off today, I am getting quite bad, or good, at this.......depending how you look at it.
But today, my little pumpkin graduated from kindergarten. I couldn't miss that, now could I?
And it was another way to get my mother out of the house, and speeding her way to a recovery of sorts.
The face of an angel.
Don't buy it for a minute.
She has the power. And she knows it.
She's gotten so tall. It is amazing to me how quickly they grow up. Maybe it's because I am "older".
Ack. Older than what is the question.
I was in a position the other night to observe a woman my own age. She looked like she had just been to the beauty salon. Her hair, dyed a dark brown, and then highlighted, cut in a fashionable new cut.
It looked nice.
I was so not impressed, I knew what it took. At the same time, I was very conscious of my own drab brown in the back silver in the front cut short and sassy hairdo. That cost about 1/10th of what hers cost, and took about 1/10th the time, and that's if you count my complete shower.
I have occasionally found myself wanting to look in the mirror and see a head of rich hair color.
But as I perused hers, I realized how REALLY OK I am with my own head, just the way it is.
With my money in my pocket to spend on other really neat stuff, and my time not wasted.
As my hair turns whiter/silver/loses color, and as I cut it shorter and shorter, it is apparent that I have my father's wild head of hair.
So DH lovingly calls me Mort Head, when my hair is flying wild.
That was my Dad's name.
I'm OK with that.
For a while now, I have had this wild idea that I wanted to have a buckboard in the front yard, right out near the OPEN flag, a place to hang some colorful rugs on a summer day. I looked everywhere, and couldn't find one. So I decided to have one made. First I bought the wheels, and then my carpenter took them home to work on it.
Two days ago, I found a buckboard for $150. It was perfect. But I knew that getting it home would not be an easy job. So I pondered it. And today my phone rang, MY buckboard was done and on its way.
Luckily I had not bought the other one.
Tomorrow I'm going to hang some rugs on it.
Isn't it perfect???
I love it.
If only I had a horse.