I am going to try a perm

 I have never tried a perm, we shall see how that goes.  I want get a do that I can get out of the shower and shake my head and there, all done.  

update:

The salon I had picked to do this is a mess, we drove past and there are babies crying, dogs yapping, women shouting etc.  and didn't look too clean either.  Therefore, no hair styling until I find a better venue.

Dinner soon, sigh.  I was counting on the hair to give me a little lift.  C cleaned out the back corner of the room a few days ago and when the therapist arrived it was the first thing he commented on.  And that the room looked bigger to him.  A little boost there at least.  

I have 8 pairs of scissors mostly 8" size, I had so many I didn't know until they were all together.  Just the thing for the odd octopus strolling past.

Covid invader

 Here about 5 or so weeks ago I came down with a cold that wouldn't quit.  Today I had my  first Covid test and it was positive. This explanation makes sense to me looking back now.  I have gotten rid of the usual side effects and now have a new set of illness to tolerate.   My lingering side effect isn't cough or fatigue.  It is weakness when walking, to the extent that I need help with a wheelchair  going to shower or getting dressed, and anything where I must lean over and then stand quickly. It is not as obvious as the other ones, but there isn't a clinic, or study group to teach coping skills.  There are plenty of bystanders who loudly proclaim "doesn't look handicapped to me."  A little compassion would help a lot.  My husband died in our driveway on the way to a chemo session, and he never looked ill to me, but I was willing to take the opinion of his doctors.  I will never get past having him dying in my arms.  45 years together.

Enough.  

OK this post is being saved every time I stop

I am going to go to the orthodontist next week to get the size-able crowns fitted.  Then two more visits to get the best sized from the crown .  I guess that is where all the fancy money goes.  I just want to be able to eat what I want.  Pizza? Check.  Popcorn at the theater? check.  All kinds of junk food?  Check!!

And as for Gianni Versace I picked up a container of loose powder at a flea market and it is marvelous, in my color for a wonder, nearly full.  Things like this are really rare for me..., you'd think I found a Mona Lisa sketch at the time.  Anyway, I'm not planning on munching face powder, but it was a good find.  

I once found a twenty dollar bill outside the apt a friend lived in, but that wasn't hard to figure out.  My friend denied it was hers, so I  kept it, after posting a couple of "found" notes around the apartment complex, guess it was too trivial an amount. to claim.  My daughter lost a $20 for the yearbook, but it was not her fault and I made it up for her.  Just an example of how little high school is about handling cash, checks, so forth.  When I was in high school (drum roll) I never had $20 all year.  A $1 was a rarity, lunches were paid through the office, and if money were seen to be changing hands then someone was in trouble.  Times change.

The black pickup truck is sold, and of course two people wanted it.  We flipped a coin and the winner needs a bill of sale notarized, we'll meet at the UPS office.  I have never understood why a notary public lends a smidgen of reality .  Years ago I was on the jury for a man who showed up wearing bright orange,   and chains, just what prisoners in jail were wearing that year.  A long story, but all I would write now is that the witnessing notary was in deep Kimchee, because she left her son the stamps and so forth while she was on vacation.  He was very slow, and notarized the bill of sale for anyone who asked him to do so.  When asked if he could read and write, he said yes, slowly and anything not too complicated.  The prisoner was found guilty of fraud and went off to the pokey.  The notary lost her stamp.  The son proclaimed that it was all a mistake, he knew the defendant.  The entire trial was 2 days, including the lunch breaks.  If you ever have to be a defendant for the court, don't wear orange.  Trust me.

The black pickup was a 2009 GMC, but had only 12,000 miles on it.  The main rider was  a lady cardinal who waged war on the side view mirror and made a mess.  The buyer didn't care, he just washed it off.