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Through The Eyes of a Child

 My sweet 4 year old Granddaughter. Sound on.

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Life Choices

In 1985, in a "Superstars of Rock" interview, the great philosopher Steve Perry, said "I guess it is safer to be lonely, sometimes."

He didn't say it's safer to be alone. He said it's safer to be lonely. The connotation is there is a longing to not be alone. That says so much.

For me, the statement "it's safer to be alone" would be more accurate. After my divorce I walked away from an engagement and have never married again. It's not like there have been a bunch of proposals thrown in my path since 1995. But my Mom was married and divorced twice. My dad was married 3 times, divorced once, widowed, and then he died. My brothers have both been married and divorced twice, as has my sister.

Maybe being the youngest, I am the one to break the chain. Married once, divorced once. I mean - who wants to be a statistic, anyway?

Although it would be nice to have someone to lift heavy things and fix stuff. And I don't give a rat's a$$ whether or not that's sexist.

Who HASN'T Cut Their Own Hair During This Pandemic?

This morning Steve Perry did a radio interview and the host told him she loved his new natural hair. He said during the pandemic he wasn't getting haircuts or getting it dyed, it started to grow out and he simply decided to cut off the black (himself!!) and go with the gray. I am so glad he did!

How many others have cut their own hair during this pandemic?? I know I have, and many others have as well. Circumstances have called for it.

What surprised me was when he said he used to cut his own hair when he was on tour. How many housekeeping staff at the hotels he stayed at missed hunks of hair tossed in the garbage that belonged to Mr. Perry himself??

This pic is one that has always made me smile because the caption in my head is "Yep! I cut it myself!" And there ya go, that's probably exactly what was happening when it was taken. The quality of the photo is pretty bad, but you can see the look on his face. It says it all, and that sure looks like a fresh haircut to me!

Bone Tired

Yep, first IV iron infusion is in the books. It was uneventful in that it was just like getting an IV for anything else, then sitting until the drip was done and the bag was empty. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy, or something equally corny. 

Not excited to find out it usually takes about 3 weeks to start making a difference in terms of mitigating symptoms. Argh. 

So I go again next week, then there will be a break of a couple weeks - a CBC done, and another infusion. I guess. Not sure on all the timing, I just want to stop feeling so tired. It’s not sleepy, necessarily, just slow, leaden, tired. 

I’m told that once I start to feel better, I will realize just how bad I felt. And oh boy am I looking forward to that!

Tomorrow

Tomorrow is my first IV iron infusion. There is no telling how long it will take for this stuff to kick in and give me back my brain, take away my headaches and stop my hair from falling out. Sheesh, sounds attractive, doesn't it?

Guys, guys .. don't jostle .. 👀

A Drawback or Two

There are things I really like about not having a significant other living in my home. I am so used to having my own space, it would be really tough to learn to share it again. The choice of TV programs is always mine, there is no compromising or sitting through something that bores me to tears. If I want to skip breakfast (lunch or dinner) and choose to eat at 3:00pm or start my day with leftover birthday cake -  there’s no one wagging their finger at me telling me I need to eat better. And really, if there is leftover birthday cake, why wouldn’t you eat it for breakfast?

 

If I can’t sleep and want to put the TV on at 2:00am, there is no one asking me to turn it down, or off. And if I want to sleep in grandma pajamas there is no one rolling their eyes at me for being, well, a grandma! If I want 17 cats (I don’t!) I can have them, and I don’t have to consider my decorating in terms of being too feminine or .. too anything, really. It only has to appeal to me. 

There’s no one to say “who are you talking to?” whenever I’m on the phone. No one to ask “where are you going?” when I walk out the door. If I want to leave the house at 11:30pm to mail a letter there is no one to ask 20 questions about what I’m mailing, who is it to, and why can’t it wait till morning?

However, there is also no one to let me know my makeup is smudged, I have cat hair on my pants, or that I’ve got chili (or wine, I guess) on my shirt so I don’t find it until it is dry and the stain is set. 

Those things are important too! But important enough? Lol! NAH!