Today was a little crazy at work. And it was my own fault. I described it to a friend as having several little threads loose, and watching them be pulled and the fabric unraveling. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were very uneventful, and I got a lot of minor catch-up done. Then today, I discovered something I hadn't caught earlier in the week, and I played scramble the rest of the day. I hate that! I have only myself to blame, as I missed the detail myself, but it drives me crazy when that happens and then I spent the rest of the day playing telephone tag and trying to connect with people to mend the hole. I still have a couple things to do in the morning because the woman at the hospital left without returning my call to her. Three o'clock rolls around and she is outta there, regardless of details like unreturned phone calls. And her part is very important in the big picture. Sigh.
Tomorrow I'm going to the funeral of one of our patients. He and his wife are the first among people I met right after moving here, very nice people. He's been sick for a long time, and I was glad he got into hospice for his comfort in the last days. A friend of mine volunteered a therapeutic massage for the widow and his daughter a couple days ago. What a cool thing for her to do. Anyway, the memorial service is in the morning, so I'll be there. In a small community like this, this is going to happen from time to time. It's one of those "everybody knows everybody" kind of places.
There is another wildfire nearby. It broke out this morning, not far from here and Capitan. It's also near the historic site of Ft. Stanton, and I hope that isn't damaged. The fort was once the home of the Buffalo Soldiers, and while it is not a really impressive place, the history gives me chills of awe. The infernal winds are not helping, again. But this time it is a rather small fire, and hopefully it will be contained quickly.
Remember that I've talked a couple times recently about the hairstylist problem? Today was the first appointment with a new one. She cuts my bosses hair. Boss has curly hair, too, and I like how it looks, very natural and feminine without being too fussy. I figured it was worth a try.
I took her a picture of one of my favorite styles, but told her that I was very open to anything new, as long as it wasn't something that took me a half hour every morning. So she started the typical stylist stuff, fluffing, twirling, etc., then asked if I wanted it short. I told her that I was alright with letting it grow out some. She suggested something slightly longer than what I have now, saying she would not be taking of much length today, but texturizing and shaping to lead to a new "do." My hair wasn't in bad shape, but was getting out of form since that last, awful, very short cut. She described a little more of what she had in mind, and it sounded good to me. She even explained how it would differ from Bosses hair, because of our different curl and other attributes, and I was getting really excited. This was a woman, I knew, who "gets" curly hair!
We chatted throughout the haircut time. Well, of course we did! This is me I'm talking about, and she was a stylist in a salon!! Duh! What an interesting woman she is! I learned a lot about her without feeling like I knew too much! I've had that happen, too! It was a pleasant conversation, and it was made even better by a wonderful scalp massage, especially across the base of my skull. Ahhhhh. N.I.C.E.
As she was cutting, I had my glasses off, of course, but I've learned over the years (an advantage to growing old, perhaps??) the feel of a good cut. I knew I was in good hands and really relaxed. When she finished, I slipped my glasses on and was delighted!! To be honest, it isn't a lot different in appearance at this time, but the difference that matters is that it is a really good cut! There are things that don't show up a lot now, but I know the difference, and I'm thrilled!
Over the next few cuts, it will become longer, the length depending on what I am comfortable with when we get there. I'm really eager to see what happens by, say, fall!
OK, OK, here is a photo. It's not really good, and this is after running around between our buildings at work in the horrible winds today, but it'll give an idea.
I think I'm "home"!! I have a doctor that I really like and a hair stylist who really knows her stuff!
Life is good!!!