| Change. What changes? Change in the weather, for one, which has been badly needed. We've reverted to winter this past seven or more days. Gray skies and rain and cold temperatures. We've had a couple of frost nights in a week. WHERE IS SPRING?!
The tulips are still hanging on. They looked so shimmering bright today that I decided to take one last picture of them before their slow fading slips into fast fading. This is the lovely view I have beside me every day as I sit at my computer. Well, what view I can get around the cat's ever present body. You open one little window in the house and they come flocking like they smelled tuna juice. So, to counteract this grim outlook on the weather and to have something else to talk about, I decided to dye my hair red. Why? Mainly because Bill has a thing about redheads so I thought it would be fun to surprise him. Wanted to see his reaction. I had been thinking about doing this for some months now. I can't change the weather but I can change my hair. Thought it might perk me up. Keep in mind that this is only the second time in my whole life that I have ever died my hair. I went with the kind that will wash out in six to eight washings. Good thing, eh? I think Bill felt a little spark flare up in him when he came home and first saw me. But he hasn't acted on that spark. Harrumph. He said he liked the color change. Then he got into deep territory by saying that I had been looking rather like a granny. A granny? Okay, dear, that is not what you are supposed to say! Never mind the fact that I am a granny. I'm looking kinda glum in this picture. Not that that isn't how I've been feeling lately. But it's mainly that way 'cause it's kinda hard to take a picture of one's self at arm's length and get it to look good. You oughta see the ones I tossed out, :-). Well, doh, that's why I tossed them out. Speaking of changes. Living with a baby, there are constant changes. Addy is doing sentences now. Mostly, "Did you see that?" and "Where'd it go?" and "Look at this." But what I wanted to relate was how she'll go walking around with her eyes shut until she bumps into something. She'll open her eyes a little to adjust her course but then shut them again so she can bump into what she was going for. Then she giggles. I love the way she explores things like this. |
It is slowly creeping back in but the temperature jumps thirty degrees from daytime high to nighttime low. It's unbelievable. It's also unbelievable how stir crazy I am with all the windows shut up once again. Today was beautiful, though. And it got warm enough that Bill and I could sit out on the deck in our two-seater swing after he got home from work. He sipped his beer with his feet tucked up under him and I provided the continual rocking motion as I leaned against him and let the spring air wash over me like a cleansing spirit.
It rather goes with my eyes but not with my fading eyebrows. All the whitish-gray that framed my face came out carrot orange. The darker parts around the back came out the auburn it was supposed to be. Ah, I don't mind. It was just for a lark anyway. I'll probably never dye my hair again because for 1) I don't like going through all the trouble, and, 2) I'm too cheap to pay all that money to have it done professionally. I don't like beauty shops anyway. Not sure why, but I just don't. Oh, and, 3) I don't think red is my color.