Grey

I don't mind any more that my hair is going grey.

What I do mind is that it's not going grey in a nice 

pattern like Adam's.

I'd love to have a bold grey streak of hair but no,

my greys are coming in randomly all over.

A few of them look like I have down under curlies

sticking straight out the top of my head.

I will say that the grey hairs growing by my temples

are really bright white and shiny.

Sometimes they sparkle if I'm in the right light.

Maybe I should be really daring and go ginger?

Maybe not.

I need to let my last color job grow out so I can

see where this grey is going :)

 

Oh, and another thing.....

It should be a law of nature that

when you start to go grey, you shouldn't

have to deal with getting a zit.

That just makes me look in the mirror

and say, "Really? What the frack!"

Hugh Jackman

A co-worker e-mailed me this photo.

There are no words, I look at it & I hear 

the music of Angels.

Source

Escapism

I have been reading more lately than ever before.

I find it relaxes me and allows me some quiet.

I don't have enough quiet in my life.

Source

I used to turn on the idiot box to escape reality but have found

lately that TV makes me agitated and irritated as there aren't

too many quality shows to choose from.

Watching Hoarders last night had me feeling

like I was going to have a panic attack.

Not a favorable way to relax after a long day.

I want to spend a weekend somewhere like this with Adam,

the sounds and scents of nature coming in the window, a soft pillow,

a soft warm blanket, Crockett sleeping in the sun, 

and a selection of books.

Perhaps a little bell on a table to ring should I

need a cup of tea or snack.

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Math, I Loathe You.

I hate Math.

Always have.

Always will.

On my way home I was doing some Math.

15.

I spend 15 hours commuting to and from work weekly.

I hate Math.

Always have.

Always will.

Fight or Flight? Flight.

Adam and Crockett came to meet me at the

bus as they often do, but I had walked home from the station.

Luckily, Crockett stopped for a sniff that resulted in Adam looking

back to see me coming up the hill.

He changed directions & we met in front of the entrance to the park.

There is a bush just inside the entrance near the stairs

that Crockett ceremoniously tinkles on every time he passes it.

Adam & I were talking as Crockett went about his business and

then,  we heard other voices from the other side of the hedges.

A bit of history about afternoon walks in the park;

I once came upon a couple having a bit of a public

romp in the bushes, nudge nudge, wink wink and ever since,

I tend to avoid that corner of the park when alone with Crockett.

Since Adam was with me, my big strong husband and

protector, I didn't feel ill at ease with the voices.

It was a nice walk.

I like it when Adam comes to the park with me.

We had rounded a corner and my eyes scanned

the park looking for the source of the voices,

when I saw it.

A man, alone, in the bushes.

Not sitting on a log or a rock

or anywhere where there is a seat.

Literally, just there, in the bushes.

My heart rate increased and my face felt flushed with fear.

I whispered to Adam, " There's a guy in the bushes."

"Where?" he said.

"There!" I said.

Just as Adam caught a glimpse of him, the guy said, "Nice dog."

Adam looked at me like this,

and said, "Let's get OUT of here."

His expression made me forget my fear for a minute due to my laughing

but then I remembered and we were creeped out and left the park.

Sometimes, I wish Crockett was a Rottweiler.

I'd certainly feel safer walking him alone in the park.

Book Two

I received a lovely gift from my Beloved,

Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins.

It is Book 2 of a trilogy.

I really enjoyed The Hunger Games and

I'm looking forward to seeing the movie

next month.

I wasn't planning on buying the 2nd book just yet, so

it was a very nice and thoughtful gift.

I've been giving my daily crosswords a break

lately as I'm really enjoying reading.

I'm lucky to have read a few books that have started well

and really held my attention.

I started Catching Fire today on my way 

home from work and I'm going to tuck in early 

& read some more before bed.

This is the same photo today as

Project 365 - A Daily Photo.

It's a hardcover book so I've taken

the jacket off.

Putting it in & out of my bag so much

damages the jacket.

Go figure.

Daylight and the Moon

I actually got home from work tonight

and it was still daylight.

Feels good.

I grabbed Crockett and the camera 

and we went out for a short walk.

 

Oh hey, there's Daddy!

The Moon bright in the sky...

...and through the trees.

 

Looking West, the plane vapor trail was pink!

The Moon so bright & awesome.

On my wish list; a Telescope.

So Apparently, I Snore.

This weekend was the 3rd spent at my parents

house helping out since my Mom broke her knee cap.

My Mom is on crutches and that scares the

bejesus out of me, especially in the washroom.

A fall on crutches could be a lot worse 

than a broken knee cap.

The bed in the spare room is so comfortable.

It's an Ikea transformer chair/bed thing and I love it.

The room is also lovely and cool.

Perfect sleeping temperature.

I was in a deep deep sleep when I felt something on my arm.

I opened my eyes & it was my Dad nudging me to wake up.

All I remember is;

" Jo......snoring.......loud......woke us up..."

I replied with;

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. It's maybe cause I was on my back.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up. I'm sorry."

The last thing they need is me waking them up, at 4:15am,

with snoring when I'm there to help out at night so

my Dad doesn't have to get up with my Mom if

she needs a nocturnal trip to the loo.

The next morning, my Mom told me the story.

I laughed but I was also mortified.

She said she heard a noise.

It woke her up & she sat there trying to figure out what it was.

She thought it was neighbours making noise.

As it continued, she got more and more irritated.

She woke up my Dad & he got out of bed to try and

figure out where the noise was coming from.

She said the wall was vibrating.

That is so awful.

Adam snores so I asked him to go to a sleep clinic.

Crockett snores cause well, he's a Pug.

If I snore too, I feel so bad for the folks who live above us.

I'll have to start leaving random gifts at their door.

Mouth gear due to Bruxism & snoring?

Wow, Adam married a real prize, poor chap.

Because I Love Him

On my way home from work tonight, I stopped at a Loblaws

uptown as they carry a crazy hot sauce that Adam loves.

Before I left work, Adam sent me a message to pick up a few
other things as he wanted to make Spaghetti for dinner.

I got home at 6:10pm, tired and hungry.

I forgot his effing hot sauce!

I've noticed it more since I turned 43 but it all started

in my 40's, I forget things.

Vocabulary.

Dates.

Song Lyrics.

Trivia.

Besides vocabulary, my ability to pull random

useless shit out of my brain was all I had going for myself!

When Adam realized that I wasn't joking, he looked at

me as though I killed a bunny right there in front

of him with my bare hands.

I put my keys back in my pocket & went

all the way back uptown.

They were on sale for $2.68

I bought 8 bottles.

Before I could take this photo, he'd cracked one open.

 

I find this stuff stinky & revolting, but

he loves it & I love him.

An added bonus was that upon my return, 

dinner was served.

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