Category: About Me

Color me desperate

Should I or shouldn’t I? I couldn’t/can’t stand looking at myself in the mirror anymore.  My hair needs not just to be cut, but it’s turned all manner of  trashy orange  shades, as it is wont to do. All I can think of is that photo I saw at Belle’s grooming salon, an image of a…

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Shelter for a storm

It rained.  LOUD. Don’t you just LOVE loud rain? Anyway, I’d put up my handy-dandy $59.95 Ozark Trail 4-Person Instant Dome Tent (see above) a couple of days ago, so i’d have a place to vacation. I bought the thing probably eight years ago, and I can put it up by myself in less than five…

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A picture’s worth more now

My phone camera was full up. Not one … more … photo, it said, digging in its little android  data heels,  until you get rid of some. Yeah, annoying. But again in these times, the pause and reset button was a lesson for which i can now be grateful. I started scrolling Images flashed before…

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Bad hair rising

Can we talk hair for a minute? My hair. It’s … it’s … God, how can I describe it? OK (she typed, closing her eyes for strength):  It’s Donald Trump color, in a Rod Stewart shag. I know. I know. Kill me now. Stick hot pencils in my eyes. I knew this would happen, I…

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No greater love

I feel bad. Guilty,  It can’t be helped, sort of. I am a sitting duck, according to statistics. I check√√ off all the at-risk boxes on the COVID hit list √ I am old, according to #coronavirus. √  I am medically compromised —  asthma. √  I get no sleep. √ I am always stressed. √…

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Guilt goes postal

Help! Stop! No more! Please! I know it’s the holiday season and that’s the reason I keep getting all these “gifts” in the mail. But I don’t want them. Not only don’t I want them, but they make me feel bad. I got a dime from the March of Dimes, a stamp from Wounded Warriors, and …

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