It has been raining softly. So softly that I don’t even see the rain falling. And as often happens when it’s raining, the skies are dark.
I’m going out in a bit to Supercuts to have my hair cut. I have very thick hair, and on top it grows faster and quickly drives me a bit nuts trying to keep it looking halfway right.
A quick trip to Supercuts will take care of that. They will take their shaver to the top and like a tractor in a corn field, mow it down and I will feel my scalp breathe freely again.
I love that feeling.
When I was a young teenage girl, I had long thick hair that was both curly and wavy. I didn’t mind dealing with it then. But I don’t take much time with my hair now.
I get up in the morning, stick my head under the bathroom spigot and get it wet, then brush it across and I’m done. I don’t think I’ve used a hair dryer in probably 8 years. With my hair being dry, I don’t need to make it even more dry. And I don’t want to take the time anyway.
I’ve never been the type of woman who has to have her face made up before going out to the mailbox. Sometimes I admire women like that. They must take such care with their looks. But that just isn’t me.
I don’t like makeup on my face or even lotion. I also don’t like hair products on my hair and I don’t want them washing or drying it. Just spray it wet, cut it and I’m off.
Hopefully the temps will be cooling off and I will get a bit more growth and blooms in my garden before winter. The clematis has already begun sprouting leaves over the dead growth of a hot summer.
The petunias are making a comeback. At least a dozen moon vine flowers shine in the darkness each evening. And of course the morning glories are abundant, as they usually are this time of year.
Bees are drawn to the blooms of the sedum autumn joy and buzz around it each day.
I have begun watching “Gypsy” with Naomi Watts on Netflix.
Gypsy is a psychological thriller created by Lisa Rubin for Netflix. Wealthy Manhattan therapist Jean Halloway has an outwardly charming life and a bustling therapy practice. She starts to take on intimate and illicit relationships with those who are intimately connected to her patients.
Soon the edges of her professional life and personal fantasies become blurred and she falls into a world where desire and reality are tragically at odds for her and those around her.
This show is quite different from the crime procedural shows I’ve been watching lately. I wish I could find another “Broadchurch” or “Ozark” or one of the other series I so enjoyed.
But last night when I was flipping through the shows, I kept coming upon foreign shows and I don’t have the patience to watch and read the revised English transcript at the bottom.
Those of you who watch Netflix, please remind me of some of the shows to look for. I’m really not into comedy or period pieces. I like dramas and mysteries.
I guess I’ll head out to have my hair cut so I can get back and give Charlie his heart meds. There’s no point in giving him a diuretic and then leaving and not being able to let him out.
He’s coughing quite a bit this morning, so I’ll give him a small dose of hydrocodone syrup.
The vet yesterday said he was getting stronger in his back legs, which of course I already knew from being around him every day.
Next week both doctors will be away, so he will only go in Monday for land therapy and not have acupuncture for two weeks.