A short hello on this hot, humid, summertime day, time feels short,
for this week is, gulp:
COLLEGE ORIENTATION!
Today was the first day - my son and I headed out early, but by 10 AM they had parents and students in separate lectures, so I didn't see him all day. Now he's spending the night to experience the dorms with his bio-chemistry friends-to-be. Don't get me started...why yes, I was tearing up standing in the registration line.
With that said, I'll be taking off throwback Thursday this week, but wanted to leave you with a few snapshots of what you'd see if you stopped by for a visit...
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blue larkspur drying on the cupboard door, |
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evidence of much-needed rain! |
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do you see the baby birds way in the back? |
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a visit to a local antique store; I loved so many things! |
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friendly, local bookends! |
And this I share because everyone needs a good laugh!
When I renewed my driver's license recently, I answered the usual questions:
1 - would you please step up for an eye exam?
2 - do you have proof of legal name?
3- do you want to be an organ donor?
4- can I have your height and weight?
and lastly...are you ready?
5- are you going to continue to color your hair brown?
Do you see my expression?
Do you see my head tilting slightly as if I misunderstood?
Do you see my eyes narrowing as I begin to be insulted?
Do you hear the way I answer,
dragging
out
every
word...
I DON'T COLOR MY HAIR
Exhibit 1 - 2019
Now friends, I never tell my age, but I have a 21-year old daughter and an 18-year old son, so you can make an approximate guess.
When I was growing up I remember my mom coloring her hair: oh, the mess, the drips, the stained towels, and I said I would never do it. I consider myself pretty lucky (I see gray, and trust me, I've earned every one of them) but it could be so much grayer. Now underneath, it is a lovely shade of dark brown...sigh, if only that were on top!
Anyway, the licence registrar looked at me as if she didn't believe me...a short stare-down ensued, and then we moved on.
So there friends, is your giggle for the day...you just never know what question may come your way!