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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Scribbles and Scrambles - Throwing Hair

A random thought occurred to me around 7:10 a.m. this morning.

This is a near miracle in itself. Rarely, am I awake enough at 7:10 a.m. to experience anything resembling a clear epiphany.

Would I go so far to call this an epiphany? Ha.

That would be a “no” for the uninitiated to the way my gray matter ebbs and flows.


You sure? Because not only is it rich, it is pre-coffee.

Porcupines must really throw their quills. I believe this because I have been victimized by the art of small hair throwing mammals.

As I struggled to consciousness this morning, nearly twenty minutes after getting dressed and smearing makeup in the proper spots, I realized the calico had made a mattress of my body.

I wore black. Had the creature on my lap been black, I wouldn’t have coaxed it gently off of me. But calico is yet another story. Carefully, I pushed and prodded, hoping not to startle it as one would hope to avoid startling a skunk. With a yawn, and dirty look such as only a cat can muster, she stretched and jumped to the floor.

There, in the brief airborne split-second, she released a cloud of orange and white hairs which beelined for my black and immediately wove themselves into the fiber of my clothing. Did I see a single black cat hair? No.

See what I mean?

And we call them dumb animals!

Beware of small creatures throwing anything. Our local zoo houses a gorilla that amuses itself by throwing …ugh…never mind.


Janet Rubin said...

we used to have dalmatians. i totally gave up on black. plus i kept masking tape in the minivan to de-hair myself. now that i have black labs, it isn't so bad. by the way, my husband doesn't believe me, but I actually get dog hairs stuck in the bottom of my foot. they pierce me!

Julianna said...

Janet----I have heard from one of my hairdressing friends that there is such a thing as hair slivers(sp?) they hurt really bad just like wood or metal!

Janet Rubin said...

Yes! That's what I'm talkin about! I knew I wasn't crazy:)

Jules said...

No in fact Janet you are not crazy!