Changes in the h”air”.

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I’ve decided to embrace my gray, and I had my hair cut in Ocotober. 

We went a little bolder with the highlights, to avoid the skunky look. 

No more covering the gray, just highlights and going shorter.  So this photo was taken in October. 


Jump forward to last Friday December 1st.  I’m happy with the color, and the cut, but to speed things up we have to go shorter.

But what about those curls?


This is me, going gray…..but having a bit of fun along the way.  The curls had me channeling my inner Harpo Marx.  I have my trench coat, hat, and horn.  The curls got away from me, and looked quite clownish/Harpo like by the end of the evening. 

I’m running head first into the fullness of my fifties, and I’m not looking back.

Ground


My photo.  Muir Woods 2014. 

It is the firmness of the ground that allows me to propel myself forward.


This is the thought that rolled through my head most of the night.

Today I’m very grateful for the firm foundation, the hard ground, that allows me to move forward.

Getting back to business, nose constipation, and other silliness. 


It’s so good to be feeling better, and getting back into my routine.  Getting back to work.  Getting back to working out.

I went to my Monday night TRX class after quite an absence, and was amazed at how weak I had gotten.  I was teasing with the instructor when she asked where I had been.  I told her my nose was constipated.  She looked at me funny.  I continued to explain.  The last 2-3 days I was sick, I could breath, but there was a lot of crap stuck in my sinuses that would not come out!  I got a quite a chuckle out of that.  Of course she went on to kick my butt in the workout, and I went home a tired, sweaty mess with completely clear sinuses.

The other side product of being sick was losing my taste for wine.  I tried having a glass Friday night with dinner, and I was not interested in finishing it.  So it’s been a couple of weeks of being alcohol free, and I’m thinking I will just keep that status, and see how my physical self responds over time.  It would be great to lose some weight.

One of the other great quandaries going on in my head, and on my head is what to do with my hair.  Do I go gray?  Looking at the now substantial roots of gray, and thinking about having to go through the color, highlight process….do I want to just let the natural gray come out?  Do I have the patience to do that?  I see more and more beautifully gray-haired women own their silver tresses like champions.  It’s very motivating, I can tell you.  What I have to decide, is it for me?

I have to do something quick, decision-wise, on the hair.  I’m on the road again Friday, and this skunky gray streak down the middle of my head won’t pass muster.

Today I’m grateful for choices.  I’m grateful to be feeling better, to be able to work out, and to be back to work. 

Slow and comfy Sunday


Cleaning house a little bit.  Going through the drawers and closets, letting go……giving up on some of the old things.

Since Harvey, and Irma I’ve had a bit of an awakening.  There is so much clutter that doesn’t matter.  

I’ve cleaned out so much of what “no longer serves me”.  That is a phrase that I’ve come to know in my yoga practice.

You have days when your strength, attitude, ability, and flow work.  You exit the class better than you were when you went in.  You have other days when you can’t keep your balance, your body rebels, and you wonder why nothing is working.  It’s all ok.  It’s important to let go of what isn’t working.

MRI, testing, and comfort food.

With all the Storm issues, flooding, recovery, etc..when my Dr. Office reopened I got a call.

We have concerns about your recent tests, please schedule an MRI, and let us know where to fax the orders.

I had the MRI on Monday.  It was on my pituitary gland, yes, my head.  I’ve never heard such a noise, as the MRI. 

It was a little difficult, as my mother and aunt both recently died of cancer that matasticied from the points of origin into their brains. Brain tumors and terrible deaths….can you tell this bothered me a just a little.

As much as it bothered me, I focused on just getting through.

I got word back today that all is well, and that a medical protocol will be short.  No chemo, no radiation for now.

I’m just so grateful.  So I celebrated with a little fine breakfast…. By myself. Isn’t that beautiful?

My server’s name was “Precious”, no kidding!  She was as precious as her name implied.  I wrote a fabulous 5 star review for them on Travel Advisor.  A crab cake Eggs Benedict with Texas Pecan Coffee was amazingly fabulous. 

Something simple 

I needed a little reminder this week. I’ve found myself sensitive and snapping.  It’s not a pretty side of my personality, but when I’m over tired, or stressed I get easily annoyed.  

When I saw this from Kush and Wizdom this morning, I took it for myself.


So Happy Friday.  I hope your weekend is amazing.

Today I’m grateful for reasons to not be annoyed.😉

Coming through Harvey

According to Mashable.com, an article by Andrew Freedman 3 days ago, 15 trillion gallons of water fell in S. Texas during the 4 days the storm traveled across South Texas. By some Estimates 11 trillion a gallons fell in the 2700 square miles inside The Grand Parkway of the greater Houston Area.  Some areas of Houston experienced 50 inches of precipitation, the average rainfall across the city was 43 inches.  43 inches is half the average annual rainfall for Houston.

By comparison, when California was experiencing their drought, the state estimated that it would take 11 trillion gallons to break their record breaking drought. 

Trillions of gallons……I can’t even fathom the volume of that number. 


The water receded, slowly, and the roads became roads instead of water ways.

I got to get out a little today.  One of the grocery stores was open for a few hours.  They didn’t have much, but I got some milk, eggs, and a couple of veggies to keep us going for the next couple of days.

The crowds were upbeat, and there was an air of community and politeness.  

As I put my cart in the designated rack in the parking lot, a lovely middle eastern woman came along side me.  She had this sweet smile on her face.  In the friendliest way possible, she asked me about my house and family.  We shared our experiences for a moment, and she began to weep, so overwhelmed with gratitude that they had made it through.  I couldn’t help but weep with her.  We hugged, and wished each other well.  

The gravity of the event is hitting all around us.  I’m shaky, and weepy with relief.  I’m devasted by the loss all around me. There were two high water rescues near us.  The sound of the helicopters was amazing.  The silence of the neighborhood as we held our breath to see if the water would recede was deafening. 

We will be gathering donations, and heading out to see how we can volunteer to help.  I’m humbled, and in awe.  We made it through.