Then I went into Boston to get a haircut. Ever since the big H, my hair has been miserable, flat and uninspired. So I went to this
new hairdresser who charged a fortune but has a great reputation. He used to have his own salon but is working somewhere else now, seemed nice - called me beautiful and sexy (yes..I pay for that now) - and has a lovely Lebanese accent. He seemed to give me a good cut, and then I had my hair washed by a girl with magic fingers. Oh, joy. I sat in the chair for a few minutes afterwards and then this other Lebanese guy came over to start to blow dry my hair. ( I had seen him a few minutes before fixing the lights with the circuit breaker and assumed he was the shop handiguy) Okay - where is Mr. "I'm paying you a million dollars to do my hair"??. A few minutes go by and then Mr. Second Lebanese handiman guy starts to actually pick up a brush and make like he is going to style my hair. Okay, I think - I'm a terrible person, here I thought he was a handiman and he's really a stylist. Well...two seconds into this and I know this guy has never had a brush in his hand, he had NO idea what he was doing. Because it was my day off, and it was a beautiful day, and I was in a great mood - I started laughing hysterically, and simply made him stop and waiting for the Expensive guy to come back and finish what he had started. I came out of there looking pretty much like a freak - with a flip ( a FLIP for god's sake) - so I'll see tomorrow what kind of a haircut he gave me when I wash and dry it myself. Here is the top of my head - it's all I could figure out how to photograph by myself.
Then I went to the Dr for a checkup - and get this - I've lost 12 lbs. since I started taking the T4. I'm thrilled, and feel so much better than I did a few months ago. It's not that I am really eating differently, it's mostly that I have more stamina to keep up with bike riding and kayaking and walking etc etc etc. More to go, but it's nice to see a start.
THEN - I went and met Tony at the bike shop. Here is where it all starts getting confusing or perhaps more clarified for me. We decided to take my brand new, I love it blue bicycle down to Florida with us this weekend so that we can ride down there. And we'll leave it there. So, I need a new bike for me up here and we went looking after hours on the computer searching for the perfect bike. The strange thing is this - I would NEVER have done this for myself just a few months ago. Suddenly here I am with "hey, it's only money" attitude and I've never been that person. I've always been conservative, always bought myself the cheaper item, and felt guilty over spending money on myself - even with as hard as I work. Not to say that I'm the little Match Girl - by no means. I don't really skimp, but to be honest if I had a choice between a bike that costs $200.00 and one that costs $500.00 (and you got much more for your money) - for myself I'd choose the $200.00 bike. All of a sudden I'm buying two bikes, getting fancy haircuts, getting a new sewing machine - and I don't feel one tiny bit of guilt! Not one. I never skimped on buying clothes for myself but always sort of sneaked them into the house with a slightly guilty air. Now I think I could go shopping at Nordstroms and come inside with the bags over each arm.
Is this just growing up? or it is drugs?
Either way, we should be off to Florida for Father's day and are spending a week there. A week of sitting by the pool, drawing, relaxing, playing with my nieces...and oh yes, daredevil mountain bike riding on the beach.