2002 Story Set
| April 10, 2002 I have a gift certificate bought art a silent auction to have my hair colored and cut, in a salon in Palo Alto. So, Wednesday I drove in rush hour traffic (funny how that happens) and went in. My hair was a virtual mess. Curly queues and frizz and damn little make-up. I will have my makeup redesigned next Tuesday. Monday is for the foot doctor. Wednesday is my son's blood test. And Thursday is chemo. And on we go. I went right out again and removed my car from the parking garage since the limit is two hours and a residential street is 3-4 blocks away. Now I wish I had hauled the van down here and not the "I need 45 feet to turn in" truck. I am lucky. Unbelievably lucky in that I find a space on the corner that I can back up into. Now I can go in, after I walk three blocks. I am examined. My hair, a violent shade of faded out purple at the white roots, is in dire need of help. She will take it darker. The ends are already very, very dark. I am painted up and put to bake under a heat lamp thing that looks like the thing from Miss Congeniality. I have a book and they serve me tea on a tray with a china tea pot. I am then rinsed and toned and rinsed again. Very relaxing. I then scuff across the slippery floor, trying not to fall on my rear and make a total fool of myself, and am presented to the second girl who will now cut my hair. I give her free rein. I want sexy, easy, no rollers, wash and wear hair so I can go back to working out. She cuts. And cuts. And cuts. I now have tousled close-cap curls with a bit of a flippy thing in the back. Short. We shall see how this works. It is very dark, and I have lost my eyes since I have no make up on. I need dark eye make up and red lipstick. We shall see what they design for that next week. I drove home (the place was near Stanford) and was as tired as I used to be driving home from work. Same long drive. Same traffic. It is blood test day. But first I catch the "It's Raining Men" part near the end of "Bridget Jones' Diary" for the 10th time since I got digital cable. Never mind that I own the DVD. I do love Colin Firth. Must see what else he is in. Besides the often watched (I am in the middle of it yet again) "Pride and Prejudice". A true British heartthrob he is. Besides, I like the sound track for "Bridget". It was then that I realized that I had bypassed stopping by the CPA who is madly trying to do my taxes by Thursday. I type and email like mad because somehow she cannot open my excel file that I emailed (I tried twice) and I need to sub-categorize all my business junk. I leave off phone calls and cash outlay because I like to leave a little cushion. But she can get the email. Now I can safely say I am tired. After the blood test I am beat. And I watch "Bridget Jones' Diary" yet again. Because digital cable loops. Ad nauseum. And I am by now too tired to change the channel. |
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