And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower…
I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain,…
~From The Voice of the Rain by Walt Whitman, "Leaves of Grass"~
It's been a fast week. I have spent time with family and with good friends. What more could one ask for? I have also done some spring cleaning, not so exciting but a necessary, much needed chore and I love the satisfaction of seeing tidy bookshelves and books free of dust. We have so many books in this house we could open our own library, and we have finally come to the realization that we need to get rid of some.
Yesterday I got my hair done and for the first time I was asked if I wanted a 'little color.' I guess she saw that gray starting to come in but I told her, "I like my gray hair, I earned every one of them!" She was a nice young lady from Vietnam and she gave me the greatest cut I have had in a while. I will probably go back.
I will let you in on a secret, I hate getting my hair done with a passion. I don't know what it is but I think the last time I got a cut was about four months' ago. I don't go to any particular salon. I like the Hair Cuttery because if I see one in an area I find myself in, and when the whim takes hold I can just walk right in. It is also when I look in the mirror and say, "Oh my Lord", then that's when I might start thinking of it. My hair always gets far too long. Gregg always says, "I like your hair long" but I'm 60 this year and my refrain to him is "....not a Spring Chicken any more Honey." to which he will say, "It's all in the attitude." Well, maybe but my aching joints tell another story and yes I am smiling.
Off to have lunch with friends today and Gregg has just gone off to McDonalds for his MickeyD breakfast biscuit.
Whatever you're doing I hope you all have a great weekend.