A few years ago, can’t remember when, but the family was in and I was happily involved in crocheting afghans for my kids for the upcoming Christmas. This was probably in August, and the immediate family was together for a reunion, to commemorate mom and dad’s anniversary. Dad had passed away several years before, and mom was still living alone, as she does to this day, so we — or maybe they, decided to all get together and have a cookout. What can I say about my hair? I had scalped myself? That would pretty much say it all. I had. I have a bad habit of taking the scissors and snipping off any ends I see poking out when I look in the mirror. As a result, most of the time I look scalped.
Looking better today, because I can’t lift my left arm high enough yet to clip the scissors. When ya can’t clip it off, ya eventually have to go to a professional to get it cut, so it looks a lot better. I’ve also lost about half of myself since that earlier year, and no longer have the fat clothes. That means I have to watch my diet now, because I sure can’t afford new clothes any more.
So I’m mostly rambling here, just to see what this will look like once it’s published. Can’t seem to get the gravatar to come up, but I’m still working on the beast. I think I’ve lost a couple of brain cells since the last time I started the blog back up, and the first time I started it. They say the third time’s the charm, so I’m counting on that. Sure hope you all find me again, because I sure don’t want to do all this work for nuttin’.