Is to cut off your hair. I went to The Hair God today for a trim, and got there a few minutes early, and picked up a magazine, a hair magazine. Earlier in the day I turned on the TV and happened to catch an episode of Law and Order, and admired Mariska Hargitay’s short, loose, shaggy haircut. It's very hot here, and my hair is thick and though it was above my shoulders, it had started to annoy me, so I've been having the urge to go shorter. And four hours later, I open a magazine and it falls open to a picture of her, with an even shorter ‘do. And I took it as a Sign. Detective Olivia Benson told me to cut my hair. I'm sane, really! I swear!
So I showed Hair God the magazine, and Hair God cut off my hair. It turned out a little shorter than I’d intended, but my hair grows like kudzu so in ten days it will be exactly what I wanted, and will at least last a month or six weeks before it needs attention. My life is in a very deep rut, I need a change, and my hair was a nice start. I have had enough haircuts in my day to recognize the perfectly balanced cut that will grow out wonderfully when I get it, and The Hair God never fails.
Today R and I will pick up a U-Haul and make the trek to my mother's house to get Stuff.
Let me tell you about the adventure with U-Haul. There are like, six or so U-Haul locations near my mother’s house, so I made the reservation to pick up a 5x10 ft. trailer in my mother's town for a one-way rental, dropping off in my town, and got a confirmation, and it said that I would be contacted with the pickup information for my “guaranteed” reservation, I stupidly thought that this meant I had a trailer arranged. Perhaps it was the words "guaranteed" and "reservation" that fooled me.
U-Haul’s definition of a guarantee is somewhat different these days. Apparently trailers are in such hot demand, they can’t guarantee them at all! (I'm guessing this might be related to our astronomical number of home foreclosures.) Apparently that guaranteed reservation is really just a reservation to beg for a trailer. So the U-Haul Girl called me Saturday morning to report that there was no trailer of any size available. Which led to a brief discussion of the meaning of the words "guarantee," and "reservation," but that didn't make a trailer magically appear.
But, she was a nice girl and very determined, and we cooked up an alternative – we will pick up the trailer here, drive it there, and return it here, I will be charged only the local rate for this, rather than the higher one-way rate, and I called the local site and talked to someone to confirm, and she swears that there really is a trailer for me. So I called R and told him about the change of plans, and we were back on.
I visited my mother after my haircut, she looks like hell and is confused and very tired, I stayed less than an hour, she was tilting over in her chair about to fall asleep. So I suggested a nap and she did not argue. She doesn’t look good to me, and I am very frustrated – I just want her to be in the appropriate residential care situation, and nobody can say what that will be. Weeks go by and there are still no answers. Frustration is extreme. Expense is even more extreme. I am about to write checks to both the nursing home and the ALF for the month of August, because nursing home staff swears she is doing much better and will be able to be discharged to the ALF. So I am moving forward with moving furniture and making plans accordingly. After the very positive phone conference with staff on Tuesday, I felt pretty confident that she was on the mend. Then Friday they called to say that she is having some gastrointestinal bleeding and they are taking her to a GI doctor this coming Tuesday.
I'm like, now they suspect GI bleeding? WTF? Since Christmas my mother has been diagnosed with lupus, then an ulcer, then C-diff, and I forget what else - basically, an army of doctors has run a battery of tests, and other than identifying and treating the C-diff, they can't find anything wrong, and she is doing somewhat better, but is far from her old self. Nobody can tell me what's going on, what level of care she will need, or how close to her old self she will ever be again.
I actually do squeeze in a little time for crocheting. The wool cardigan I was knitting has been sidelined due to the fact that it is 90+ degrees every day. I'll get back to it eventually.
Otherwise, I've been tracking what I eat via SparkPeople and trying to offset the 60+ hours a week I spend working and commuting with as much physical activity as I can stand. I have been rewarded with slow but steady progress on the scale, and am now at my lowest weight in at least 3 years. Onward and...downward!