I can't really say I'm sad to see this year go. My life took on the tune of a Country Western song...my husband had heart failure as he was recovering from cancer (He's great today, thank heaven!), my cat Brian who was my familiar was hit by a car and killed, my golden lab died suddenly, the real estate industry sank deeper in the slough of despond and my hair decided to begin its Exodus.
I am looking forward to next year. Lots of great stuff on the horizon, and plenty of sunshine heading my way! (Zip a dee do dah!)
I thought I'd write a memory about hair.
My dad was a conservative Republican and staunch Roman Catholic. The 60s were trying years for him. I remember one night we were sitting around the dinner table, and he was very annoyed at my brother whose hair was shoulder length, to my father's on-going dismay and disgust. I had just about heard enough about the topic, so I piped up with, "Gosh, Dad...it's not what's on the head that matters, it's what's in the head." My father turned about 3 shades of fuschia and sputtered out, "But what's on the head reflects what's in the head!" My brother and I just turned and stared at him.
My father was losing his hair at the time.
He had the good grace and sense of humor to laugh, and we always joked about that. I'm glad to say my brother straightened up and my father loosened up over time, and we all got along before my Dad passed away.
Anyway, I still maintain it's what's in the head and not what's on the head.