Be Kind

I bought a new cap.  I got it at Hobby Lobby—75% off—only 2.49!  I like what it says but I bought it to cover up my bad hair.  I always dread calling the lady that cuts my hair.  She whines and acts like she’s not sure if she’ll be able to keep the appointment.  This time a brother-in-law is sick and she might get called in to her other job at the gas station.  My hair is fine and hard to do anything with.  After Larry passed I just had it cut short.  Before then I wore it below my ears turned under.  I think I need to find someone else.  Someone closer.  This lady lives way out in the country and I drive a ways to her little shop.  I hate to change.  I kept the same job 39 years.  So I’m thinking about changing, but I know it will hurt this lady’s feeling.  What to do?  I can’t say I’m tired of burdening you with cutting my hair.  I always tip her and take her an 18 carton of eggs.

My friend will need a way to therapy Monday and Tuesday to the Dr.  I know she is ready to be “cut loose”  from these appointments.  She has no arthritic pain now.  I may have to have this surgery down the road and her experience has helped me see how it goes.  One would need someone who could drive you for awhile.  If you don’t want to go to rehab, you need to have someone with you all the time the first few days.  Getting old is really a rough walk at times.  I try to do the things I think one should to be healthy.  I drink water, no soft drinks.  I walk daily, but now 2 miles is a long walk for me.  I try to use my brain.  I work puzzles especially genealogical ones. I read. I crochet.  I keep chickens.  I mow my own yard, several acres.  I have weight bars and do upper body lifting.  Still, I feel I am not really that healthy.  I weigh too much.  I can tell my mind is not what it used to be.  I can’t think of names sometimes. Yes, and just words are a problem occasionally.  I repeat stories to my daughters and they say nicely, “yes, you’ve already told me”.  I get anxious if I have just a little problem.  So—what to do?  All I know to do is to keep pushing forward and continuing to try to do the things I know I should.  Still, I fail.