Weirdness is:
When someone you went to school with, who was a grade behind you and seemed like a younger brother because he looked so young is a grandpa now….
and looks the part. He is bald and everything. What little hair he has and his mustache is gray! He looks old now!!
And I’m over here feeling like a 14 year old…
thinking I’m still pretty young and have the aura of youth because of my youthful (immature?) mindset. HA HA
Before Christmas we got together with my husband’s family. Our nephew Calvin was at the gathering. We don’t see him too often because he lives in Lansing and has 2 young kids now. He was talking about going up north, more specifically the U.P. I hear his new wife’s family has money and has a home in the U.P. so they have been making a few trips up there. We were talking about how much we love it up north. Calvin loves it too. Then he kind of got sentimental and thanked me and my husband for taking on trips up north when he was young. We took him a few times when we went camping or went up to my parent’s place when we had my stepson. Calvin thanked us! He said he remembers those times and is trying to do that with his kids, take them on family trips around Michigan.
That made me feel so good. I am glad he had a good time and remembers. I was hoping it would have a positive influence on him and my stepson. It was sweet to get a thank you for it. It makes me feel so good, all warm and fuzzy. You always wonder if the kids will remember, if the things you enjoy can be passed on to them.
I told Calvin I wish we could have down more with him, taken him on more trips (you always wish you could have done more). He said we can still do that. Yes, yes we can. It would be fun to take a trip with him and his new family.
I cut my own hair last month. Yeah, I did it and I don’t care. I haven’t had time to go to the salon–I don’t really enjoy it regardless–so I just chopped it off one night. Truth to tell, it had horrendous snarls in it that I could not brush out, so I just said fuck it,where are the scissors? I was just washing it and throwing it up in a bun whether or not I had time to comb it out or not anyway. It got to a point where I never had time to comb it out and it got really tangled, then knotted. It was terrible and unhealthy. Plus, I started playing with it too, knotting it even more. {{{STRESS}}} I just didn’t have the time or inclination to deal with it. I was working too much and then my mom is staying with us right now. She had a stroke in September and I have had to try to help her. She is a needy handful, and not just because of the stroke. She lives 3 hours away and I couldn’t just send her home. I can’t make it up there to help her so I moved her to a facility close to me, then to my house once she was discharged from the facility. We did have home care for a few weeks but that has ended too. It has been rough and an adjustment for both of us. She wants to go home. I want her to go home. I just want her to be safe.
So I cut my hair off. I am lucky that curly hair is very forgiving and I could do that. I just cut above the worst of the snarls then evened it out as best as I could. It isn’t perfect but it actually looks cute. I have gotten many compliments on it. I am quite proud of it now. Ha!
I’ll have to post a picture soon.
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