Hair

Long day yesterday.  So I succumbed to neglecting touching this base.  Not all together sure why.

The cats become more animated and stay closer when there are visitors in fact or by telephone.  I realize they do so also when I am writing emails or posting on weblogs.  In other words when I am experiencing in fact or feeling communication with other human souls the cats move to join in.

I will mull on that more; and also the totally remote question of how Claudette can strip a bed in less than 5 minutes.

Saturdays have been my hair day for some time. When working it was Wednesday, "doctor's day off," then Thursday to fit the hair dresser's schedule, then Saturday's.

But all that 45 year routine (of shampoo and set, color every 6 wk or so) came to a startling disruption about 2 years ago when the hair disappeared.  That time is memorialized for at least 4 years on my driver's license. <s>

Now hair is back, stringy white and taking off in all directions and I am on the way to a shearing. I will however never return to the 45 year  routine. What was once reassuring predictabliity has become replaced by the pleasure of  blow-dry Round-head Puritian white.

Life's suprises bring new pleasures.   Next learning how to cook.

Have a good one.