I dropped Charlie off to be groomed around 9 a.m. I’d been putting it off. He’s never gone to the groomer without Abi. They’ve been going to the same woman, Kim, for nearly 7 years.
When I confirmed the appointment on the phone, I left a long rambling message that sounded like a mother with a newborn.
I suggested maybe I should stay there in case Charlie got too scared without Abi. And on and on. Of course I got over that and left.
He will be fine. It is me that’s a mess!
Then I went across the street to the vet and paid on my bill.
Did I tell you that a reader sent my vet a check for $500 toward Abi’s vet bill? That was so incredibly kind and thoughtful. People surprise you with their generosity.
Then I went to Supercuts to get my own hair cut. I have to have my hair cut every 4-5 weeks. My hair grows super fast. In between I’m always snipping away at it myself.
She cut it really short. As in almost shaved except on top. And what’s on top is very short. I like it simply because I don’t like to deal with hair. I just want it to be easy. I always have it short. Just not quite this short.
As I was walking to the front to pay, a guy who had just come in said: “I love your hair! It’s beautiful.”
Like to have scared me to death, I tell you. What hair? There’s hardly any left.
I don’t talk to men. I just don’t. Unless it’s my next door neighbor or my son-in-law a few times a year or someone here working on something. Or the mechanic, who luckily has a wife who works with him. She replaced my front brakes herself.
I didn’t know how to respond. I was caught off guard. I don’t think I said anything and skedaddled myself out of there.
I tried to take a pic to show you. I don’t have a cell phone to take a selfie or anything. So this is just my camera and the bathroom mirror. You can’t really see me much of anything except my face scrunched up trying to focus.
The lady who cut my hair knows I garden and that I’m outdoors a lot. She asked me why it didn’t show on my skin. I’d never thought about it. I know I have age spots.
“I don’t know,” I said. She looked to be close to my age, thus the questions I guess.
She asked me about moisturizers and sunscreen. I told her I don’t use anything. I’ve never used sunscreen in my life.
I guess a woman of my age is supposed to have lots of lotions and skin care products. But I don’t. I don’t have a lick of make up or nail polish either. None of those girly things so many women like.
I don’t like the feel of lotions slathered on my skin. I know I’m not doing myself any favors. But no one lives forever.
I tanned when young, did all the things foolish women like me did in their teens in the seventies. My hands are really wrinkled. But that’s partly due to all the scars from surgeries over the years. I think I look my age.
I came home and took these photos and picked my first tomato. I’ll have it for supper. Maybe I’ll make myself a veggie burger.
I gave my daughter three peppers and a bag of chives Friday after we went to lunch.
You wouldn’t think one cucumber plant, one tomato plant and one pepper plant could keep several people in fresh veggies. But it grows faster than I can eat it.
Last night I got out some soft toys trying to get Charlie to play. He’s never known how to play. Poor baby. He’s never chewed a bone or a stick or anything.
I have a big plastic box in my closet full of dog toys purchased over the years. Charlie couldn’t figure out how to chew toys when he had teeth. I feel bad that he doesn’t get stimulation through playing.
I brought out a few noise maker toys and put them on the bed. I tried to encourage him by making the toys squeak. I managed to get him to hop at one and mouth it a little. But that’s it. That’s just the way he is.
I’ll show pics of Charlie’s hair cut later.
Also I’ve been working on tweaking this blog all weekend, and probably will much of this week. It gives me a creative distraction that I kind of need right now. You can’t see anything I’m doing because I work on a “staging site” provided by my host.
It gives me something to occupy my thoughts.
Kim the groomer just called. Time to go get my Charlie boy.