I’ve been pretty much off the ‘net and the grid for the better part of a month. Call it ‘interesting times,’ but damn, I’ve been keeping busy!
When we sold the house last fall and moved into a suite of rooms, it was with the fervent hope that we could stay put for a while. But it was not to be … a girl needs her kitchen and her ‘things’ around her, and my poor cats were traumatized by the presence of another cat in the residence. it was all too much.
Again I seem to running in circles while Mother Nature seems to suffer from severe indecisiveness. Dark, ominous clouds roll in, thunder and lightning key up together, sheet rain hits, cue hail and the next thing you know the sun is shining. It’s warm, it’s cool, it’s hot, it’s chilly….make up your mind. I’m not sure if I should be dressing in sandals, sneakers or boots. One thing is for sure, the plants and trees are loving it! So many rich and varied shades of green have been added to the landscape palette and the flowers just enhance it all. For all her varied moods, Mother Nature has created a most beautiful spring. Now, if the weeks would just slow down a bit….
It’s been busy the past few weeks. What with fighting that ghastly, intrusive flu/cold (whatever the hell it was) while still cruising the concert halls and clubs, celebrating a special day with my sons and generally trying to keep in or out of trouble….. depending on your point of view. I’ve also been rooting around in the basement searching for more of Chris’s work and I discovered not only his collection of slides but a brand new, unopened box containing a Kodak (remember them) slide projector complete with three carousels and a carousel stack loader. Never used. I cracked it open, plugged it in and everything worked like a charm. Now, if I can just remember how to put the slides in…..I keep getting them backwards or upside down. So I continue to catalogue, digitize and view slides. My drum stool just got delivered (thank you Kid Carson) so now, instead of sliding across the floor every time I use the kick drum, I’ll stay put.
I spent most of my night tonight taking out my hair extensions. You see, I’ve always hated my hair. Too thin, too short, not what I wanted. So, I found a way to change it. It may just be hair, it may just be superficial, but it’s a change; and one I control, even if it’s just temporary.
“Let them brush your rock and roll hair.” You knew it when you saw it, a great mop of hair that just screamed “I wanna rock!” From pompadours to mop tops, mullets to shags, spiked, layered, tossed like a salad or greased back in a duckass – for the Baby Boomers, the hair was the thing.
Can I just say that being sick is the worst! It’s such a time suck. I spent this weekend, unlike most weekends, confined to my apartment. I was too tired and worn out to do anything else but laze around, read Game of Thrones on my Playbook, and watch tv. I was flipping channels and came upon a formerly much talked about film, comedian Chris Rock’s documentary Good Hair. Being a new father to two adorable little girls, Rock began to notice that black women have an intense focus on hair, their own or otherwise. Hair extensions are a staple to black women, hell, to most women, and being the good dad that he is, Rock decides that if his daughters are going to grow up to want “good hair”, he needs to learn everything about it.
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