A perfect day, week, month, year, lifetime for me would be the freedom and solitary enjoyment of my days, shared with the world via this or some other blog or written venue. And an audience.
I have maybe 20 to 30 "viewings" (which make it sound like a daily funeral), some of which are mine when I need to edit the copy for errors, some are my daughter when she checks to see if I have posted, my son, occasionally. The rest are my dear and faithful readers. You.
I am too old to share a "mommy blog". I do make art, but so infrequently as to not be the main focus of the blog anymore, if it ever was the focus. I could share pictures of food and recipes but others do that already with such flair and exuberance. I tried politics in real life and found that I don't have the strength for it.
My strength, in words, is emotional connection. Not therapy. More self examination of the emotional playing field that is daily life. The Zen of making order in the chaos that is our 24 hours each day.
Yesterday I got my hair cut. Short. And discussed the perception I have that the majority of people, men and women, do not like really short hair on women. I think it confuses them. They wonder about my sexual preferences. I have female associates who will not have lunch or dinner with me when my hair is very short, lest they be mislabeled as lesbians. This has more to do with their sexual problems than it has to do with me. Yet, I must deal with it. And eat my lunch alone or find new, more adventurous women to eat lunch with me. Just because I got my hair cut.
Now, I do have a co worker who thinks short hair on women makes their asses look huge. That thought may have more validity.
Today, my bowl is filled with smoke, as is my house. I seared the pot roast before slow cooking and the smoke has filled the house. All the windows are open and the fans are running. Ah, the joys of cooking!
Once I was the topic of much office gossip and disrepute when I went out to Taco Bell for lunch with a co-worker. He was black. I lived in Mississippi.
ReplyDeleteSorry you're down this week. Hang in there.
You do know your blog is one of my all time favourites! Sometimes I just check in quickly to see if you have posted but mostly I am 'wiped' these days for all the new ventures and cannot even muster the energy to make a fleeting comment. Tonight is Friday so I stayed up a bit later. Off to bed now though. I love both your writings and your art and btw, I cut my hair every 2 weeks 0.9mm short...all over. Everyone I know has expressed a liking for my 'do'.
ReplyDeleteThe 'issues' some people have!!!Whew.
It seems that the older I get the shorter my hair gets. I have noticed this with many women. I LIKE longer hair but I just don't have the temperament to fuss with it, so short it is. I am not sure how I got to your blog, but I have been following it via a blog reader for several months now. I enjoy your acerbic sense of humor and sympathize with your co-worker/trying to stay socialized/finding those who are good fit dilemma. I think that many women have this difficulty.
ReplyDeleteLove the phrase "freedom and solitary confinement of my days." My wish exactly.
ReplyDeleteAnother very short hair lover here. I'd be proud to have lunch with you even if you shaved your head. I have a neighbor who keeps her hair about a quarter inch all over her head, I tell her often how much I like it. No she not a lesbian.She's just brave!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the beauty of the foliage today.
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I like short hair--can't imagine how much trouble long hair would be! Wear great earrings and lipstick and it's all perfectly feminine. I love your writing and would love to have lunch with you regardless of your hair length' but, alas, we could hardly live further apart and still be in the same country.
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