Before I begin, I want to make plain that while this blog does not endorse the use of photographs showing people with a double chin, sometimes it is necessary to slightly overlook this in order to notice the wonderful sun flare that is also in the picture.
I took this on my way back from the hair salon yesterday afternoon, and it shows two essential things: one - the warm weather is back and I am giving up any hope for a real winter this year; and two - there are good hair dressers left in the world, and they are not all the greedy evil hair-chopping monsters who are out to get you that I thought they were. After over 7 months of dreading any intervention in my head area, I finally decided to throw some money at it and to get it over with. After the baby comes I won't have much time to pamper myself, as for another 7 months ahead I will be pampering the baby, literally. I still need to get my color evened out (a huge gray patch had settled in my bangs and my natural hair color is much lighter than the leftovers of dye on the edges), but I got the greatest ever shampoo, massage, and cut by a gay guy called Bob, and I can now easily wear my hair loose and just FORGET ABOUT IT.
The news I came here to share doesn't have anything to do with my hair, thank goodness. It's the end of January (already!), and looks like I only managed to put down a couple of pages of my book, and this is obviously not working. I am too swamped with domestic chores, baby preparations, the move, bureaucracy, and what not, and it occurred to me that if I keep being so damn busy, I will simply never get any writing done. Therefore I made a decision to discontinue walking dogs and babysitting for the time being. It's just that my real work is more important to me than the work for money at this moment. Luckily, I can afford it, so from next week on I am all on my own to plan when exactly to write, and when to do the rest. Cutting down on photography apparently wasn't quite enough, and here we are...
Besides, I am getting so big and slow that it doesn't seem realistic that I would have been able to keep it up for much longer. It was a matter of when, not if.
Gosh, I sometimes wish that everything just disappears. Poof! Gone. Sometimes all I want is to not think of anything or anyone, and just write.