I have been busy. Suddenly, my gumption has stepped up to the plate and I have gotten things done. Caught up almost. Tasks do not rise up overwhelmingly hoping to defeat me. I am clear and strong.
I like my super short hair. Did I tell you I had my hair chopped again the other day? I told someone. Yes, I went back for another quickie hair cut because it had grown soooooo long. It was puffing out. I know, hair should lie down more as it grows but mine doesn't. It puffs. And the other night someone mentioned that I have a lot of it. Hair. And so I do. When it's short. It would get very scraggly when it was long. My hair grows fast but it also falls out. Always has. In fact, even though my hair is shorter than my husbands, my sink is still clogging up with my hair. All the time. We're talking every couple of months I have to clean out the drain. In the shower too. But Gary's sink? I've never had to clean it out. So my hair is even shorter than it was before because the hairdresser also came up with the idea of growing out the grey. Did I tell you this? I'm sure I must have. I am tired of the tyranny of constant colouring.
Maybe my head is clear because I haven't breathed ammonia in over a month. hmmm
So Gary and I are going for another super quickie plane ride - to Ft. Lauderdale for a night and back again. Gary can't let a good deal pass by untaken.
And I can't bring myself to stop him. This is the tyranny of impending death. Since he first got diagnosed with heart trouble at 31 (he's 58 now), I bit back my inclination to not spend money on travel and save it for that rainy day - or retirement. Bad plan. But who knew he'd live this long? I didn't want to be responsible for his not having had a full life if it was going to be short. He loves to travel. Ergo: we travel. Whether it is fiscally responsible or not.
I hope to win the lottery one day. - another bad plan I know especially since I don't buy tickets.
So, I'd better get my shit together. Not that I need to pack a lot. Or anything for that matter. Not for that amount of time.
And I am super cramping - the tyranny of being a woman. Will it ever end? My mother is appalled with me.
Life is just one tyranny after another. And piled on top of another. And braided together.
5 sounds of silence:
You are one fun, hot mess my friend. giggle - This post is great. Yes, we read that you got your haircut to grow out the color, but don't you remember you promised us pics?
How many hours does it take to fly to Ft. Lauderdale? I hope that you get at least a full day there. It's nice.
When is Gary going to find a good deal to Washington DC? Dulles Airport is only 15 minutes from us. . .hint, hint. heehee If it wasn't so dang cold I would try to get you down here for the Cherry Blossom festival - it's beautiful & a lot of fun - but no reason to leave Canada when it is just as cold down here. Don't know how those trees bloom with the ice, but they do. :)
Enjoy your trip and be safe.
Very short hair is always a good look on a woman. :)
I hope you have a lovely trip. Live life to the max is what I say. Who knows how long we have left here on earth anyway. Enjoy!
That paragraph about Gary and the tyranny of impending death had me proper laughing . . . Hilarious.
Great post.
FLY safely!! You sound good girl!!!!
Hugs,
J
I agree with SkippyMom, you are a fine fun hot mess, my friend. :)
Hoping to see that haircut up close over mojitos in Ft. Lauderdale. Call me!!
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