Back in the Land of the Living
Reunited, and it feels so good
Reunited, 'cause we understood,
There's one perfect fit,
And sugar, this one is it
We both are so excited 'cause we're
Reunited, hey, hey
I walked through the door this afternoon with a big smile on my face, and was greeted by an equally big smile, a warm, long embrace, and an enthusiastic, "Oh, sweetie! You're back! It's been way too long!"
I happily returned the hug, and added a quick kiss and replied, "I'm back! I've needed this so much. I'm all yours, now, baby. Just do me. Do anything. Do everything!"
That's right. I was reunited this afternoon with Sally. My hairstylist of over 20 years, whom I hadn't seen in months. I'm an every-six-weeks kind of girl, with the hair thing. And it was way before Thanksgiving since I've been there. That should give you some idea of how I have only been doing the bare minimums of caring for clients and family, and less than the minimum of caring for me, during the European odyssey. I mean, that will give you some idea, if the fact that I made out with my hairstylist upon arriving and departing the salon didn't, um, give you some idea, already.
I am still doing the stone thing. But I am returning to normal life, too, thank God. I got me a new, bouncy, flippy hairdo. When I left the salon, everyone on the street smiled at me, and I thought, "Damn! My hair looks GOOD!" And Sally is good; but upon further reflection, I think it was because I was walking down the street smiling. That hasn't happened in a while. I'm getting me back.
I even went (whispering) SHOPPING! Just a quickie. A shirt. A jacket. A purse. A pair of shoes. All necessary, to accessorize the bouncy flippy hair. Y'all know I've had some trouble with shopping, here and there. But today felt really good. And I needed the lift that a new hairstyle and new shoes can give. Looking in the mirror lately, I was reminded of the Kohl's senior discount incident. A couple of months of pain can do not-so-nice things to one's appearance. That and not bothering with lotions, potions, makeup and the like. But I'm getting back into that stuff, too, because it's fun, and I like it. When I'm not preoccupied with peeing rocks. I think I'll be back to normal soon.
Normally, I think I don't look like I'm entitled to a senior discount. I've actually been quite fortunate, for a former sun- worshipper, not to have a lot of wrinkles. But I do have two that I see first thing, every time I look in the mirror. Two starting to stake their claim between my eyebrows. When I first noticed them, I started trying to figure out, why them? Why there? So I made faces that would accentuate them, to try to solve the mystery. Ah, mystery solved. I know how they got the idea that they could claim that territory. Once I accepted that they are there to stay, and will probably get more noticeable as the years go by, I named them: Migraine and Orgasm. I realized that my facial expressions for those two biological realities are pretty much the same. Thankfully, I've had many more of the one than the other; I can't really be upset with my face for telling part of my story. Maybe wrinkles are the face's way of blogging.
Anyhow, all this to say, I feel not too bad. I'm thinking about fun things, girly things, happy things. I'm getting back to normal. Thank you to each of you who has been so caring during this bump in my road. I'm in the home stretch; my very good docs are on top of everything, and I am confident the worst is over.