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Monday, October 11, 2004

Monday Stuff

Couldn't think of a better title for today's entry, so "Monday Stuff" will have to do.

I went to get my hair trimmed and touched-up this morning. Trimmed because the ends needed just a teeny bit off, and touched-up because the little gray hairs were popping up again (the silver foxes, as my cousin 'R' calls them). When I was in my 30s, I said I'd never start to color my hair. Once you start, you must continue. Otherwise, you either look like a ridiculous adult or a ridiculous punk-rocker when those colors don't keep matching up. In my 40s, the few strands of gray were few enough to live with. The year I turned 50, both my friend 'A' and my sister told me: "Gettin' some gray up there, aren't you?"

Fine with me, I thought. After all, hadn't I earned every single one of those gray hairs over the years? So I resisted the urge. Then my cousin 'R' saw me and said "Well, the rest of you doesn't look a day over 38, so why should your hair have all those over-50 silver foxes?" I told her there weren't that many. "Want me to count them?" said she.

My friend 'A' told me to try one of the boxed brands, something like Lady Clairol or one of those. She said it was so easy to do. I didn't have the nerve to try. I figured that I'd leave the color on too long or too short a time and my hair would turn purple or green. Which is fine for a punk-rocker, I guess, but not for me. So off I went... getting just a touch of color... nothing drastic, just a shade lighter than my own color, since the girl was also going to add in some 'highlights' as well. She thought the slightly lighter shade was younger-looking.

And she was right. I loved it. My husband loved it. Soft brown with golden highlights. My sister was happy. Both 'A' and 'R' were happy. The down-side for me is the time it takes, and the smell of the stuff they use to get that color into your hair. Not to mention the itching... you have to sit there for 15 or 20 minutes while the color sets. And while it sets, it begins to itch. I usually bring a book and sit there and read. I try not to make eye contact with other women in a beauty shop. I don't want to talk about babies and breast-feeding or grandchildren and daughters-in-law. (I never had the first, so I never did the second; I will never have the third, so I won't have to worry about the fourth.) So I sit there and read and try to ignore the fact that my scalp is itching so badly that I can hardly stand it. But you can't scratch, or you'll get that color all over your hands.

Before I was finished with the hair coloring, my friend 'A' came into the beauty shop for a quick trim. So deep was I into my book that I didn't see her walk into the shop. She was in and out in a flash, but before she left, she told me that Christopher Reeve had passed away from an infection. That made me so sad. Imagine an infection being the cause of his death, after all he had been through since that horse-riding accident so many years ago. Very, very sad. How terrible for his wife and family.

Then, this afternoon, while I was exercising and watching Oprah, a preview of this evening's news mentioned the sudden death of Ken Caminiti. What? The Astros' Caminiti?! How on earth... He was only 41. Very, very sad. I watched the news at 5:00 and they said it was a heart attack. Drugs.... steroids.... heart attack. Coincidence? Or not? Such a waste.

Tonight is the Astros game against the Braves. And they're playing the game in Atlanta. The Astros must win this game. My husband had explained this Wild Card position to me, but I've forgotten what he said. I do know that the Astros must win. Period. They must win. Give unto us Astros fans a blessed break. Well, either Biggio and Bagwell will be so upset that they can't focus on the game tonight, or they'll go out there on the field with their hearts on their sleeves and hit ball after ball over the fences and dedicate each run to Caminiti. (From my lips to God's ears, as my dear friend Blanche used to say.)

And that's about it for Monday's stuff. Except for the loss of Christopher Reeve and Ken Caminiti, all the rest was just that-- stuff.


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