But before I went to the pool to swim, I went to the potty with my EA reader, my hair free and unfettered. When I came out of the stall to wash my hands. a grandmotherly type took one long look at me and said, "Aren't you going to DO your hair?" My brow furrowed for I was totally perplexed. Had she mixed me up with someone else? "DO?" I said. "I am going back to get my swim-cap, to protect my hair." "No," she said. "I mean when are you going to color your hair?" She motioned to my hair which is silver-gray and nearing shoulder length. I thought, "Dear God, I came here to be still and know you. I am not ready for a confrontation!" Taking a deep breath, I put on my best and kindest smile and simply answered, "Oh, I have never done that." To which she answered, "I will never stop coloring my hair even when I am 80...." I smiled and replied, "I've been graying since I was in my mid-20's. Started in my temples. And now here I am!" Darlings, what did she say to this? "If I had hair like yours, I wouldn't want to color it!" Quite the way to pull back from an awkward place, I'd say.
This gave me perspective on a long ago conversation I had with my mom who tried to sell me on wearing a wig. She told me I had beautiful hair too. I needed a second "set" of hair, because they wear wigs like hats in Seattle. I got an inward smile and a bit of understanding.
Wow, on a day when I felt awfully down on myself, that conversation and trip down memory lane raised my spirits. I thank you HP.
I also thank HP for another day in paradise. Today was my birthday and we celebrated it well.