Winter finally happened here in the Detroit suburbs. I had to shovel the drive today. Well, I didn’t have to, but it’s always better to keep up on such things. And it’s good exercise. Papa and I are headed out for a long weekend in the Smokie Mountains this afternoon. I guess that’s why the weather turned, to make the trip hard. Oh well.
You may remember my raves about my haircut problems. Yesterday I had a haircut; that rash action was an impulse move, fueled by my very impulsive inner self self. Every time I do something like this, I hear my Aunt Jane saying, “The physical therapist said I was far too impulsive to have a walker without breaks.” I believe Aunt Jane was over 90 then; and her personality and actions still displayed that familiar family trait.
Anyway, I was a post office mailing GS2 a package. He still hasn’t received the birthday package I mailed on November 14th, for his November 27 birthday. The Navy says Christmas packages need to be mailed by November 25, and by December 9th for priority mail. I wouldn’t dream of using regular mail, so both packages were insured, and by priority mail. I don’t know what the “birthday” deadline was, but I missed it. I didn’t miss the Christmas deadline, so I hope he gets the darn thing.
Oh, yes, the haircut. The last one I had was a while ago, quite a while. So, I kind of sneaked a peak into the window of the franchise hair cut place next to the post office, and went in and mailed my package. On the way out, I just walked into the haircut place. The woman that met me at the desk said she had cut curly hair before, so I just crossed my fingers and took a chance. It doesn’t look great, but it is all one length, and just a kind of short tee-pee. It curls pretty well (it always does), so no one will know that I spend about 2 minutes on my hair style each day. I can hear my brain telling me to go to a better place, and pay more, and all that stuff, but I just can’t.
So, it’s off the Pigeon Forge, the outlets, the buffets, the music, the fun!