I need a day off. Today I chose funeral music and pictures, ordered all the flowers, filed a column, read three paragraphs of a book that made me cry and finally got my ears blown out at that big fancy hospital in Boston where nobody is better than anybody else. I like that.
Looking for old photos of Uncle Ed I found this one of David’s mom and me on our girl Annie’s high school graduation day.
That was the year we had a blizzard in April and people’s roofs fell in I remember.
It’s also the year I so damaged my hair with straightener that I wasn’t even allowed to blow dry for six months. And my hair is naturally curly.
It was as if curly black kudzu had invaded New England…
I had supper last night with Old Dave’s cousin Barbara who has gorgeous white hair that she wears short. She says I should throw the Lady Clairol out and do what she has done.
She may be right. I remember what my friend Carol said when she saw my hair back in ’97. She said “Finally! The outside matches the inside.”