Good morning. So far today promises to be a beautiful day. Were my father still alive, he would be 98 today, and so disappointed with the way the world is now. But, I don’t want any negative vibes today because I’m determined to be happy. My appointment at the eye surgeon yesterday was great. I’ve opted to have the cataract surgery done at the private clinic, and it will be done on April 20, Day 17 of this year’s challenge. How’s that for a short wait list. Yes, it will cost me a bit of money, but it will be worth it. He’ll do both eyes at the same time, give me an injection in each which will allow me to by-pass the five weeks of drops 4 times a day, and I may only need to wear glasses to drive at night. That will be the biggest bonus.
Today’s letter is H. H starts many words, hair, halo, happy, healing, hoarder, holidays, and husband. I’m going to start things off with hair. I was born with brown hair–not a rich sable or a glorious auburn, but plain, brown hair. As soon as I was old enough, I started changing it. Over the course of my lifetime, I’ve been a brunette, a redhead, and a blonde, until COVID.
At that time, like so many of my peers, I allowed the natural color to return only now it’s gray, although I prefer the term silver. My hair’s been long, it’s been short, it’s been straight, and it’s been permed. Afterall, whatever was in style was what I wanted. Braids, chignon, messy bun, steaks, ballinage, foils, bleaching, teasing, I’ve done it all. But no more. Now, it’s cut short, easy to style, and requires little maintenace.
Why is it we are never happy with what God gave us? I’ve always wanted to be taller and thinner. Instead in my old age, I’m shorter and thicker. Serves me right, I guess. Mom always said be grateful for what you have. She never really offered an alternative.
I know this picture of the moon surrounded by a rainbow is probably AI, but I like it. It reminds of a colorful bullseye, or maybe a halo. When I was a kid, my grandmother had pictures of saints in the house as well as the holy family. She also had several oil lamps with reflectors. For the longest tine, I thought those halos could be removed just like the lamp’s reflectors. It was a great disappointment to learn that they were only there in paintings. I guess you might say photoshop has been around a long time.
For my next H words, I want to tackle two of them: husband and hoarder. To some of you, that might sound like an odd combination, but to me, it makes perfect sense. My husband, I love hm to bits and after 54 years it’s a good thing that I do, isn’t what you would consider a traditional hoarder. No. He’s a specialist. His specilties are two-fold, the first Star Trek memorabilia, the second boxes. He has a box collection that must be the envy of all box collectors out there. He has boxes inside of boxes, inside of boxes, until he can’t fit any other boxes inside. You’re moving? You need an odd-sized box, John probably has just the thing. He’s like a kid, and “Ooh! That is a really good box,” is a family joke.
Finally, my last H word is home. Home is where the heart is and home is where I’m happy. At the end of a long day, they’re nothing better than turning the doorknob and going inside.
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I can totally relate to the hair section! I’ve been all colours and all styles many times lol! But my favourite is what I have now…my own natural colour which is also brown but with many many silver strands! I stopped dyeing it about 15 years ago and I’ve loved it ever since. And it’s so easy not to worry about regrowth any more. However I do still change the style a lot, but as I said, my current style is my favourite. Probably because it’s not actually natural. It’s permed! My natural hair has some waviness to it but I like a proper curl. The Rapunzel meme is so funny!
I can also relate, just a little bit, to your husband’s box hoarding. It’s not my husband but me…ever since I started selling stuff on Vinted, I alwaays keep boxes (inside of boxes lol). I struggle to find somewhere for them so they’re out of sight but they’re very hand to have nearby lol!
Great post, Susanne!
Suzy xx
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I’ve always had brown hair. My mother permed it every year because she wanted me to have curly hair. As I got older my hair became shorter with streaks of grey. Then at 74 I had chemo and lost most of my hair. I got my husband to give me a buzz cut. Six weeks since the last chemo it hasn’t grown but the original shaved hair is still there. I’m wondering what colour it will be when the new hair grows and will it be curly or straight.
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