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| Where, oh, where have they gone? |
Over the past week odd things have gone missing....
The bathroom scissors, with which I lop off my hair, for the most part at random...
They are essential. For me a hair cut is not an event, but a process. A sticky-up clump here..whack, it's gone. Another one there...ditto....almost every day.
The result is a sort of Rod Stewart look only (slightly) younger, plumper, and a lot less jaded. With the scissors gone I will soon be sporting that wild collie look....or maybe Golden Retriever....and that is so not me.
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Next to vanish was one of the Irish rings I wear.
Mappy and Alan each bought themselves one in Durham a couple of years ago. Alan bought me one too and I have worn it all the time ever since.
Alan's I rescued from his pants pockets, pretty much weekly, back when I was doing his laundry, and wore on my other hand until I saw him next and returned it. Eventually he refused to take it back, so I had one on each ring finger. You can tell them apart by the grout in his and they click together nicely when I get impatient.
However, the left hand one vanished without warning the other day. We cannot find it anywhere.
Thus I walk about unbalanced and shaggy, missing these icons of daily life...Woe is me...
Where, oh, where have they gone????
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| Guess we'll have to keep looking |
Wr get those gremlins too
ReplyDeleteI've grown so tired of looking in the mirror and fussing with hair that bangs are all that remain. The rest is like a mane. It grows and hangs in a a lengthening braid down my back. Yep. People stare. I don't care.
ReplyDeleteAs for your ring. Oh my. What is it about finger bracelets wanting to run away ?
Jan, maddening aren't they!
ReplyDeleteCathy, Lol, mine is long in back too. I just pin it up in a bunch. And you are very beautiful! We think I laid it on the table between Becky's and my chair in the living room and it got knocked off...she thinks she heard it go...but we simply cannot find it. I miss it!