So, I've always said that when I started going gray I was going to dye my hair red. Then, when I was working as a chemotherapy nurse, I tried on a redhead wig. It was a beautiful wig, but not on me! I guess I should have realized I didn't have the right skin for red hair but it really was a bit of a disappointment. Maria, however, looks great with red hair! That's a consolation to me. I enjoy seeing it on her.
I was then planning on coloring my hair at least my normal dark brown color. However, my hair grows very, very quickly. I think it took about a year to go from hair just below my ears to hair this long. That may not seem like a problem but when you are a Chia Pet, you are going to have roots growing out so very quickly! I do NOT like the idea of roots showing. So, what to do? Well, I'm thinking I should just let it happen. I decided I will just gray gracefully. Truthfully, I only have about 4 of them but they are actually kind of pretty... so far.
I've decided to think of my new hairs as my "sparkle hair". Doesn't that put a better spin on it? I also have a lot of freckles on my hands. I INSIST on calling them freckles, not age spots! I always wanted freckles. Now, I just need to think of a positive sounding name for wrinkles. I always wanted dimples? Maybe if I get enough sagging in my cheeks, some of it will sink inward.
A little aside here... I recently met a patient with a b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l dimple. When I complimented her on it she told me it was fake. I thought she'd had consmetic surgery to get it but that wasn't it. She'd been hit in the face with a firecracker as a child and it left behind nothing more than a deep and delightful dimple. When she told me that story I exclaimed, "Why couldn't I have been hit in the face with a firecracker?!"
Anyway, I'm not really fretting all that much about this aging process. I've not really claimed it yet. It doesn't seem possible that I am closer to 60 than 50 when I'm not even quite used to being in my 40s! Does anyone else feel this way?
When I was young, I guess I figured older people felt like that was just who they were...an old person. I had no idea that inside that older person was someone wondering what happened to themselves?
OK, I'm done rambling about aging. I don't have time for that business anyway.
Our nephew, Adam, is in town for a visit. Of course we have known Adam since he was a baby, long enough to tease him about his childhood and all that. Today has been a fun day just spending time together, getting to know him as an adult. What a nice guy he is, interesting and fun to have around. I wish he lived closer!
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