Me At The Age Of Wisdom

 I've been going through what I sincerely hope is a phase of losing hair. It's not falling out in clumps or anything like that but the length of my hair was making the hairs that do fall out into a far more messy prospect than need be and I was just so tired of that and tired of having this long, long hair that I almost never wear down and this morning I said, "I'm doing it today."
I had texted Melissa yesterday but she is booked for months on out and this was an emergency. So Jessie recommended a place not that far from me and I called and they could take me quick, quick, so I got dressed and drove there and before I knew it, a pretty lady was standing at the back of her chair saying, "Hello Miss Mary. And what can we do for you?" 
You know you have reached the age of wisdom (as I am going to call it) when people begin to call you "Miss Whatever-your-first-name-is." Around here anyway. And I do not mind it. I know I do not resemble a spring chicken in any, shape, or form (quite literally) and if I am offered an honorific, I'm going to take it. 
And so I told Ms. LaSabre (she is way too young to be a "Miss" LaSabre) what I wanted and needed and she proceeded to snip, snip. We talked and talked while she took her time and we have some things in common despite our age differences and other things, and when she was done I was so happy that after I paid, I asked if I could hug her. 
"Yes!" she said, and I did, and it was a very fine hug. 
And so that's what my hair looks like now, still long enough to put up but not ridiculously and uselessly long, and my white hair shows up better which I love and it just feels so good. 
Now. If Ms. LaSabre could just do something about my face and neck...
Well. That is what it is and I really cannot foresee going to any plastic surgeons so it's only going to get worse from here and La-Di-Dah. 

I had other errands to run in town. Publix and Costco, mainly. I ran by to see Lily at work and you know I love that. I felt so much lighter with this new hair, not like weight-wise but like spirit-wise. Why has it taken me so long to do this? 
The last time my hair was this short was when I played Truvy in a production of Steel Magnolias at the Monticello Opera House fourteen years ago. 
Damn. 
I also got my hair dyed red then because why the hell not? I loved being a redhead for awhile. 

Here's another picture from that same timeframe taken in my backyard at the wedding of two people I called The Lovers.

All of those people were my friends from the Opera House. The teddy bear represented our darling Colin who had died recently, and since then, Jan, the bride, Jack, the groom, and Kathleen, who is holding the bear, have also gone over to wherever the energy place is. So much loss. Not just for me, of course, but for the entire community and also, the world. 

The link to that post is HERE, although it has nothing to do with the haircut I got today. It does explain the teddy bear in case you're curious. 

You know how my brain works. 
Or doesn't. 

That was the main thing that happened to me today. I got relieved of inches of something I did not need nor want anymore. Glen says he likes it. I hope he's telling me the truth. But in the end, it doesn't really matter. This is who I am now. 

As you may note, I was having a hot flash which brings to mind something I figured out today. I think my recent, rather unexplained anxiety has been caused because once again I have tried taking half the amount of hormones I have been taking for years and although I thought everything was going along quite well, this is never a good idea. I will be increasing the dosage this very evening. 

Of course there are still a million reasons to be anxious, to be depressed but if I do not have to be anxious in that free-floating constant way, I will do whatever it takes. 

Better living through chemicals, my friends. 

Line dried sheets on the bed. Martinis being enjoyed. 

Happy Friday, y'all.

Love...Ms. Moon