Monday, February 09, 2009


I kicked off the weekend by chopping every inch of my hair off. On an impulse I contacted a hairdresser that I had been referred to, told her I was looking for a change, spent thirty minutes debating my options and having her tell me what would and wouldn’t work for my facial structure and head size and then I gave her carte blanche to do whatever she thought best. I figured it’s only hair, right? Well, an hour later I had the shortest, cutest hairdo that I have had in ages. I was on the verge of tears as I saw my shoulder-length locks falling to the floor beneath my feet but when I turned back to the mirror and saw the miracle Miss Sheila had performed I was absolutely thrilled. The change has been so dramatic that my own father didn’t recognize me. My favorite compliment was from my very special friend who told me that I looked hot as he whispered into my ear and planted a kiss on the back of my very visible neck.

I caught up with old friends this weekend. Friday night one of my best friends in the world and I knocked back a bottle of wine and reminisced. We laughed until our sides hurt remembering some of the mess we have gotten ourselves into over the years.

On Sunday I spent the afternoon at an art exhibition, viewing the new work of my one of my other best friends who has transitioned from pottery to painting. With the exception of an email here and a phone call there, she and I hadn’t really spent any time together in almost four years. Even for the short period of time that we were able to spend together we caught up and slipped back into our very easy routine with each other. I’ve always thought of her as my “big sister" and I realized just how much I’ve missed her.

I realize that I’ve been remiss about much but more than anything my friendships have taken the worse toll. I have a cadre of really great friends and too often our stuff and life in general comes between us, getting right in the way. Even my very, very best friend in the whole wide world and I have been taxed by the mere act of surviving our day to day existences. Our daily telephone calls have dwindled down to catch up sessions every couple of weeks and that truly is not good.

My special new friend rounded out the rest of my weekend as we spent some quality time together. We attended a birthday party on Satuday and had much fun. Got to do that slow shuffle in a secluded corner that brought back memories of those blue-light basement parties back in the day. Took in a movie last night and held hands like teenagers. Boyfriend has got me so wired I'm like a firecracker about to implode! I absolutely adore that man!

Talking Walls is still on tap as soon as my hired hand can figure out how he blew up the file and determines the best course of action to recover my stuff. Brother actually blew up my stuff!!! Efficient that I am, I was just getting ready to make that backup copy but of course, hadn’t. It has not been pretty and my suffering from a nasty cold and not feeling well last week didn’t help the situation. The hired hand says we might have to start from scratch and redo the darn thing which only puts me a little farther behind schedule.

But hey, things could be worse. I could actually hate my hair, be on a vicious rampage, and then friends, hired hand and everything else would surely be damned!!!

Thankfully, it’s all good!

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