Fridays are when my mom goes to what my dad used to refer to as the “Beauty Saloon” to get her hair done. Apart from one (of three) beauty operator who was in her 30’s, I was the youngest person in the place. Seriously. My mom has been going to this beauty salon since the 1960’s. It’s changed owners a couple of times, and they’re are down to only three operators out of places for 7-8. The helmet hair generation is aging out of the demographic. Her usual operator had been out for six weeks to have her second knee replacement and today was her first day back. My mom was so glad because she could get her hair cut. It was nearly 4 inches long!
Her standing appointment is 9 o’clock; I have to get up an hour early to get her there on time. I’m having to fight my body’s natural tendency to be on night shift, especially in the summer when it makes so much more sense to me to be up and batting around at night when it’s cool, and sleep during the heat of the day, but mad dogs and Englishmen. . .
When my alarm went off this morning, I had been dreaming that Clayton Moore, who was the actor who played the Lone Ranger in the old TV series was being interviewed, and he was telling an anecdote about making the series. He said that Jay Silverheels, the actor who played “the faithful Indian companion, Tonto,” liked to eat those cheese crackers with peanut butter between that come in packets, but that he wasn’t allowed to have them on set, because Silver (the horse) just loved them.
If somebody was eating them on set and did’t give Silver any, he would sulk and wouldn’t do what he was supposed to do.
But they couldn’t let the horse eat them because he was white, and that orange cheddar cheese powder on the crackers would stain his lips orange, and the camera would “read” the orange and make it look like the horse had lipstick on. (Did I mention I have weird dreams?)
In the knitting news, I do a little here and a little there. My “good girl” treat for this month was some Malabrigo Worsted in the colorway”Indigo.” I caked one up the other night, and now I’m thinking semicircular shawls, and I have an idea for one, but I mustn’t. I’ve already got three shawls on the needles and I’m trying to discipline myself not to start another one til I finish one. Sigh.
Mom goes to the “Spine Institute” next Tuesday. Hopefully they can do something for her pain. It occurred to me the CT scans I had in 2018 and 2019 were from jaw to ‘never mind’ and if I was starting to get some scoliosis, it would show up there. There was no mention of anything in the radiologist’s report, but he wasn’t looking for that. I thought about asking my orthopedist (who did my knee replacement) to review the scans with that in mind. Then again, I take after my dad quite a bit.
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I’m sure I’ve heard the phrase “Cheeto lips,” but I couldn’t tell you where. Thanks to this post, now I want Cheetos, which I haven’t eaten in a decade or two. I suspect the urge will pass. I wondered for a hot minute whether anyone actually eats those things any more, but they must, or they wouldn’t still be selling them.