The week had a bumpy start, but I am doing better!
Wednesday I helped out at The Salvation Army. I typed a bunch of Thank You letters (from a template) and addressed all the envelopes. I told them, "I haven't even addressed my own Christmas cards yet!" They make me feel very appreciated, which is good for my morale. The employees are a great bunch of people! They were talking about when they graduated from high school. I said I graduated in 1970 and they said, "Oh, we would have thought you graduated in the 90's!" That kept me going for a couple of days. Who doesn't want to feel 20 years younger? I think they were just buttering me up so I keep volunteering!
The next day I started at my Christmas cards! I will finish those today.
Friday I had an appointment at the beauty school for my hair color. It takes twice as long, but costs half as much to have it done there. My appointment was in the afternoon but I was in town in the morning, so I gave them a call to see if I could come then. I got Dan, a tall, black man. Initially, in my little small town world, I would have thought the worst of him. I learned a lot about him. He was 41, married, had three boys from a previous marriage and his wife had a girl from a previous relationship. He was going to school because his mom and aunt were both hairdressers and he thought it was a good, honest living. He delivers pizza on the weekend. His wife works as a teacher's aide and is also going to school. We talked about family, Christmas (oh no, I started to cry when I spoke of my mom and he let me take a break), Ferguson, and church and the Bible. He was just a nice guy and many people would never have guessed it. He was old school.
There was this older woman who sat across from me and immediately started to crank about getting her hair scrubbed, not massaged, and don't cut it too short, etc. I told Dan he was getting off easy that day. When he shampooed my hair, I got the best scalp massage ever! We both said we will always think of that lady when it comes to a shampoo and had a chuckle.
I have a new hair color. I am not used to it yet. "Is that me in the mirror?" It is only color, and I can do something different next time. I think my real color is a mousy brown with "natural" highlights.
The neck and hands don't lie. I am 62.