Yesterday, I crawled my flu-weakened corpse out for a long overdue haircut, some actual vitamin D on my face, and a day to myself for lunch and dessert.
While I was having my haircut, it came up that I write poetry. My hair stylist was excited by this and asked me to read some to her. So…as she snipped, cut, blow dried and styled me, I was reading her my poetry. My first public performance one might say. She loved them all and had me leave my info with her so she could find me.
I have to say, it made the haircut go by quickly, and I also didn’t have to think about small talk, bonus.
Lunch was just what I needed, and of course dessert even more so.
I promptly came home and collapsed…then sunk my heart into my harmonium. My favorite form of therapy these days.
Here’s what she did to my hair. I’ll be refreshing my rainbow today, but the soft pastels I like as well…and yet again, couldn’t walk far without people commenting yesterday, one woman saying, “I thought the sun was causing the light in your hair, but no, you actually have a rainbow!”
At this point, I may have to maintain a rainbow indefinitely, for the joy it brings me, and others.