Trees rustling around.
Noisy buggers they are.
Thought I better check on those two wild ones.
Golden furs playing in their yard.
Ok, one is Golden, the other beige and white.
The day is sunny in spots.
Meaning if you stand in it you feel it.
If you don't, you feel something else.
Was supposed to get my furs done.
Not today.
Sad am I.
Needed to have them fixed quite a bit.
That darn sun causes migraines.
Wouldn't that be an interesting mix of furs.
Oh, well next week perhaps.
(My furs specialist not me for a change)
My two have come inside.
Not due to the wind but being tired.
They ran and chewed and rolled around.
Funny how when you have plans for the day
and suddenly that changes that you think
wow now what.
I think the sunny day reminds me of Spring.
Of days that are coming.
Days that I so enjoy.
Only when those days do come,
I hope my furs are done.
~ JC ~
My thoughts on this Friday afternoon
after my hair stylist called to cancel
due to a migraine. I'm usually the one
who gets those but not today. And, I
really needed to get my roots and length
done. Have things to do this weekend.
Maybe I'll be wearing a hat and I'm not
a hat lady.
4 comments:
Just had to commiserate: My stylist is taking a few months off with her first baby, born Dec. 19 (she works from her own home). I haven't had highlights since October, will have to wait till she's working again in March. I'm debating about having someone else give me a trim in the interim--last cut with her was December 17th and I had her give it a good whack off (lol), to see if I can make it through the three months. Accck. But I've had *bad* dreams about someone else touching my hair. LOL.
Good luck with yours!
That's one thing that seems to be universal: How we women fuss over our hair/hair colour/etc.
Poor tired puppies! Bet they had an awesome time though!
Funny, must be a particularly bad hair dresser time.. my husbands hair dresser (who I use on occasion) has been in the hospital/rehab center for a full knee replacement for quite a while. He was getting rather shaggy and had to go to a walk in place, which he's never done before. And just when I was wanting a trim because my hair is strangling me again, lol!
Why do we spend so much time and money on our hair? Well it is well into winter and we can start thinking about spring. I played with Nick the Boxer, my son's rescue dog of three years and had him sleep over. What a treat to have a doggie in the house. He's a gentle boy, and smart too.
Great poem! Keep warm.
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