IT'S A HAIR DAY

Today's coffee break discussion was about hair, and it started with me — not by me mind you, but about me. Your hair looks different this morning. I am due for a hair cut. That's not it. Is it more gray? I don't know, I can't see it right now. It looks soft. Huh! What does soft look like? Your hair. All I can think of is that I didn't put any hair gel in this morning. I got tired of that glue like mixture I can afford. It gives me helmet hair. That's it. I like it better. You do? Yes, but there is a twist on the side that is going the wrong way. She gets up and walks toward me and I have visions of my mother licking her fingers to smooth it down when I was eight. I brace myself for impact. Instead of a wet sloppy mess of spit plopped on my head she stuck her finger in the hole in my hair. I'm just glad I have hair even if it is thinning, even happier that there was no spit.

So whatever happened to all the purple hair that all the old women used to wear. If you really wanted to see a bunch of it in one spot just go to church. Doris said there was also a pink and gold that was around. I don't remember that, just the purple. Purple must have been cheaper. It was a rinse I'm told. It made them more beautiful. Not in my opinion. I wondered if it was some kind of disease older women got. I never saw it on old men, of course most had no hair to color. I always thought it was funny that a lot of the older people were the ones having a fit about the hair colors of kids when they probably started the craze themselves. There was a guy on his way to a big celebration in the park last summer who walked by with a very thin eighteen inch high mohawk. It was a bright blue. Interesting that there was no condemnation, just laughter. I like the bright colors: pink, orange, lime green for — it's entertainment value and the joy of making snide comments. No I would not do it, but I threaten to all the time just to get a reaction. And I have never cared what kids do with their hair. Hair grows back or falls out. Colors change and people have colored their hair for years — just not floresent, That will change.

I prepare the monthly newsletter and this month was full of screw ups. I set the deadline and some info comes after the deadline. I can usually squeeze the late entries in after the proof comes back. But a strange thing occurred this month. I don't know how it happened. Maybe its a miracle. But there were no spelling errors on the calendar side. Only the news side needed corrections. When the corrections for the news side came back, Rita (our manager) came in with corrections and additions to the calendar. I took that information and added it to my master to send again with the corrections to the other side. I got an email back that the calendar was already printed. Whoops. None of those things made the cut. I made a poster for one of the missed events but there was another one. Our scheduled monthly meeting date was not changed. It remained on Monday like last month. Rita wanted it on Tuesday. Well the calendar did not carry that change and the meeting (by the calendar) is today. I made the assumption she was going to go ahead and have it on Monday, not Tuesday. Wrong! Notes have just appeared on our doors reporting that the meeting is tomorrow. So who is responsible for the problem. ME! That's who! Good thing I have broad shoulders. People are being told the information was given to me. Yes it was, so far so very right. And that I did not conclude it. Well, technically I did - but the point is moot. Combined with the fact that I skipped April 21 completely (My fault), it's turning out very badly for my editorial skills. I am having a terrible, very bad, no good, awful, rotten day. But I'll get over it and keep my mouth shut and take the abuse I will get tomorrow. It will give me something to write about, or exaggerate about.