I’m glad that autumn is on its way; I’ve always loved the fall. I’m glad, too, that the teachers are back in the building again. I’ve missed so many of them over the summer. School begins for us on Monday and I think we’re ready for the deluge to begin. My school days start and end with frenzy, and there are constant interruptions and multi-tasking like there’s no tomorrow. I used to handle it all with such aplomb, but lately I almost feel out of step.
I went to the hairdresser today, the one I love. I began going to her last December and have sent clients her way because she is so wonderful. When I returned home from Maine, I called right away to make an appointment for a cut and color, but the only slot available before the end of August would force me to leave work an hour early, which is something that’s looked down on at my school. It would be different if it were a doctor’s appointment, but a hairdresser appointment? Not so much. I made the appointment anyway, and as the time got closer, I realized I didn’t want to ask to leave work an hour early. So I called and cancelled the color, asking only for the cut. I figured I would just buy a box and do it myself (e-gads). But when she saw me, my hairdresser moved her schedule around and that of her assistant, not because my hair looked awful, but because she knew it needed to be done. I hadn’t been to see her since late May and my hair had really begun to go gray.
What she did was completely unexpected. And so much appreciated.
I’ve been feeling sort of quiet inside lately. I don’t have much to say. If Cher was here, she’d tell me to “SNAP OUT OF IT!” (name that movie)
And I will. Some day. But for now, I’ll just leave you with this, because I can’t write a post and not have a picture. It just isn’t me.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .