Wednesday, August 8, 2018
What Kind of Idiot?
I just want to tell you that things have not been going as planned lately. It seems that the cosmos has things in store for me that I wouldn't have chosen for myself.
Let me reassure you that I don't have blue hair (currently) but I do have a hair story. Silly me thought that I could go and pick up my prescriptions before getting my hair colored the other day. Plus the appointment was at 1:30. Dicey time for me. Approaching the daily melt down when I need to be near my bed. I was sitting in the chair, hair full of dye when it descended: The Walking Dead Wipeout. I ended up begging the receptionist to go and rip my hairdresser back from her lunch break to wash that wicked stuff out of my hair. No cut. No blow-dry. Said yes to the purchase of yet-another no-frizz product. Like an idiot, I emptied the contents of my wallet, gave it to her, and walked out of that salon.
I have a plant story too. I have been fascinated with forest bathing and wanted to bring some more plants into my home. Now plants are about the only thing you can't order online, although I have ordered live bamboo sticks from Amazon. (And in retrospect I guess I could have called 1-800-FLOWERS and sent a plant to myself.) But instead I thought, "What kind of idiot can't drive to the adjacent town and go into a green house, pick out a plant and leave?"
What kind of idiot?
I was such a mess in that hot, humid greenhouse I wanted to die. I snatched up a plant so quickly, I don't know its name, whether it needs sun or shade, or how much to water it. I just know it's green and will exude all sorts of good things into my air.
And I have a tree story too. . .
And a pool story. . .
OH, how is it that I have to readjust my life once again? Is it truly possible that I can't even do the little things anymore?
Someone bring me back from this!