There was no time for a blow dryer. For the past few weeks, my hair has been in braids anyway.
The hours of sorting, packing and otherwise running errands for my upcoming move from Ashland to Austin left me, most days, in desperate need of a hot, soapy shower. My look had definitely morphed to Grandma Clampett, sans the shotgun.
I’ve made the decision to lovingly engage with everything that has life. By ‘life’ I refer to everything that lives, grows and dies. By engage, I mean to validate, to respect, to study, to experience, to question.
While on break from my classes, I took advantage of a free flu shot offered through the college where I teach. When I popped into the small conference room crammed with colleagues and nervous laughter, a young 20-something woman handed me a form that I completed and returned.
Bloating is prompted by indigestion or gas in the stomach and is most often associated with a protruding stomach. Women may also say their faces show signs of being bloated or use the term bloated feet.
A group of older women are talking. One, age 64, suggests she is beginning to feel old. Her friend, age 68, says, “No, not me – I’m not old, I’m even working part-time.” Their friend, age 75, says, “No, me neither. I feel full of energy.” What is going on? If they aren’t old, who is?
In the midst of choosing a piece of music, my dance instructor forgot which dance we were about to work on. He said he was having a “senior moment.” Given he’s all of 30, that was ludicrous, of course, but it totally got my hackles up. Saying ‘senior moment’ to me, a senior, is not acceptable.
When I first saw the movie “Her”, about a man who falls in love with an intelligent computer operating system, I knew the world of human relationships was going through a fascinating social transformation. The bizarre thing was that as I watched the movie, I started to understand and appreciate the positive aspects of having “someone” care about you – even if they were not real.