Those things, you know…the things that you have to shake off. Do they bother me? Those things? Of course they do but there’s no one at the edge the lake with a big fluffy towel so I’d better learn to shake it off.
I went in to get a colour correction. That’s fancy talk for fix the gold streaks in my hair that look like streaks of “oh no…..not a good look”. I went to a new stylist because I wanted a change; came out with hair so blonde it looks like doll hair. A cross between yellow yarn Raggedy Ann hair and bombshell Barbie synthetic hair. A friend of mine said “I wouldn’t have done that” when she saw me. Well, I did it and actually kind of like rocking the blonde again for a change. Doll hair and all.
My friend said to me ” don’t you worry about your brain tumor?” Interesting question which I suppose requires more than a yes or no answer. Well yes, I worry about it just before it’s time for the next MRI to check what it’s doing. Besides making me deaf, that is. Yes, I worry about that. Do I worry about it otherwise? Not so much. The hearing aids work and I get by. For now.
Standing across the counter from the cell phone lady, I explain that I need a new phone and want to review options and all that stuff with the phone plan thing. Because there was background noise and she was talking down at her computer I couldn’t hear her so I moved around the end of the counter and said “I am pretty deaf and need to stand closer to hear you”. Great. She spent the next five minutes explaining my plan to me by YELLING at me very slowly. People in the store were all watching her yell at me as I backed up around the front of the counter. I wanted to yell back “I’M NOT THAT DEAF”, but she was trying so hard I didn’t have the heart to.
This is the time of year that no matter how long I’ve lived away from there, I get homesick for Oregon. On my way to work early in the morning the air might feel like Oregon, or it might smell like Oregon. A tiny pang of homesick. It’s not always practical to pack up and chase homesickness so I buy Rainier cherries. Well, we called them Queen Ann, but whatever you call them, they taste like Oregon. Shaking it off.
These things that bother – I can usually shake them off and find some joy and even a smile in doing it. Even if sometimes that wet dog smell lingers…..