I will not go easily into that good night....

Well, my hair is at that do-I-cut-it-and-keep-it-short-and-in-line-stage or suffer-through-the-next-few-weeks-and-let-it-grow-out-stage. This is interesting in and of itself. But to be extra cruel, my hair is also at this interesting crossroads; my-natural-silver/white-is-grown-out-and-I-could-go-natural-pretty-easily, or weave-the-heck-out-of-it. Nice. Cut/color. Grow out/don't color. Any combination thereof. Did I mention I'll be receiving one or two new lines on my face for my birthday next month? Yes, they've been arriving steadily for the last five or so years now...steady like clockwork...so thoughtful, those lines....never late....right on time....I wake up and POW!...there they are...right on my mug...I could get run over by a tank and I would find fewer lines than the regular aging lines that seem to find their way to my lower face...their location of choice...I don't think Restylane will help...that's the stuff, sorta like insulation, they blow into your skin to puff it up...I would just look like a big puffer fish before it was caught and put up on some restaurant shelf for some kid to look at while he eats his hamburger, happy that he didn't order the sushi...not as happy as his parents who couldn't afford it anyway...Yea...me, the puffer fish...

What are we going to look like when we're all sitting in our rocking chairs in the nursing home? I'll tell you what! I will be one strange character in that place...I'll be the one with the silver/blond hair, chopped into layers, puffed out cheeks, steady rockin'...and when the families come to visit I'll be looking at that kid that just came from the restaurant and I'll ask him, "What are YOU lookin' at?"