As I sit here dieing (my hair) I am reminded of how long I've been doing this. Decades, let's just leave it at that. Why couldn't I have taken my mom's inheritance, she who didn't ever turn gray from her light blonde. Instead I start going gray at 25. I plucked them out back then, stopping when I realized I was making a bald spot. Another swell thing about going old.
So when the doorbell rings by UPS with a package, and you are still in your nightie, do you answer the door? That's what I thought. Well I answered, but I was wearing a long T shirt, so hopefully not too obviously night wear. Of course the UPS driver is also a friend and the owner of a black Newfoundland, about the same age as ours. And probably he has seen everything in the course of his deliveries. Got to get dressed earlier in the day, instead of just lolling around until noon.
When I was young, one of the most common things you would see is girls wearing hair rollers as they ran errands and so forth. The wire mesh ones with a scratchy brush inserted in the roller. No one thought much of it ~ this is before (and here I really show my age) blow driers. The first time I had my hair blow dried I stopped on my way home and bought one, and when I got home I tossed all the rollers and my bouffant hair drier. What a feeling of freedom. Now I am sure there are none of those rollers left, outside of a movie prop room.
I am going to start accumulating a list of all the things that I remember having that don't exist any more. Things like pogo sticks (too dangerous) and pop beads (swallowing hazard) and chemistry sets (!!). Some of them I can't think of why they are missing other than going out of style (like most board games) and weird stuff (like silly putty, or pet rocks, or chia heads). Not that I want those things back, most are good riddance. Just that it is interesting.
bumper sticker for the day: "The older you get, the better you realize you were."