I drove back to stepford for a haircut last week. It takes about an hour and a half to drive in good conditions. That being said I made my appointment for 10AM so I had to face rush hour. I left 20 minutes early, intending to leave 30 minutes early, but these days it seems I can never leave on time. It ended up taking me two hours, and all of the traffic was in the first third of my drive. I sat in the car with a panicking voice ranting in my head and I did smile to myself thinking this was the kind of thing I typically kept inside and if any of my friends could hear the voice of insanity bellowing it's diatribe against nutmeg state driving and my loyalty to my stepford hair dresser, they would have thought me insane for sure. I was only 7 minutes late, got into the chair, let the hairdresser work her magic, still fuming on the inside and berating myself for effort it takes to get a simple hair cut, telling myself I would have to find someone local, until 40 minutes later when she unwound the hair cut cape from my neck and I looked upon my newly shorn locks and I thought "That was totally worth the drive." Then I walked into my new town therapist's office 2 days later and she said "You got a hair cut! It looks fabulous! You did not get that around here, did you go to New York?" and I knew that for the foreseebale future I'd be trekking back to stepford, nutmeg state traffic and all, for haircuts.
I fell three times on ice in the past week. The first two times I ended up tebowing hard on my right knee and somehow screwing with my ankles in the process. The third time I fell jumping (literally, I guess I'm a jumper, who knew?) out of my truck onto black ice, and in one swift motion tangling my arm in the seat belt while sliding under the open door, leaving myself hanging by my arm half way lying on my side in the ice. I cried for bear bait but she was so scared she just cowered int he car. I untangled myself, and managed to get up without wiping out a fourth time. To be honest the fall was so unexpected and happened so fast that I have no idea how it all went down but in the end this last fall left me sore at every joint going wrist, elbow, neck, shoulder, mid back, lower back and hip. Add those new pains to the knee and ankle happening and I need to be locked away for my own safety. And then there are bruises which could be from the seat belt or maybe I slapped my arm against the seat or the door opening, who knows. All I know is that it hurts. A lot. I'm prety sure that if I showed up in the ER someone taller than me would get questioned regarding spousal abuse. That thought is so funny to me that it might be worth the hassle of going to the ER. When a cop pulled the husband over under suspicioon of drunk driving (except it was just the husband's normally bad driving) the husband was fresh to the cop and talked back to him. I bet back talk doesn't get you off with a warning when your wife is black and blue from head to toe!
We put Evan on a plane to Guyana last night. (Technically we put him on a bus with 30 other kids and a few responsible adults) He is going there with a group of kids to build a community center. It's going to be such a good experience for Evan. I'm glad he'll be working hard and I'm glad he'll be seeing how people live with so much less stuff than we have. I just wish Evan didn't have to get typhoid and yellow fever shots and take malaria pills to go there. I'm worried that he's going to get sick with something. That would suck.
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