Hair woes.

I haven’t had anyone cut my hair since 2018. Before that it was 2015. I hated both cuts. So I just avoid the whole process and trim off the ends myself when it gets too ratty to get a brush through.

I envy people who can get hair cuts and get a good result and enjoy it.

I wish I had nice hair.

At least it is sparkly.

Painting the roses red.

It feels like winter today. It snowed on the eagles this morning. It’s snowing on the mountain. I took Thursday off this week, assuming I wouldn’t be finished with taxes, but my return got accepted, I am officially done. So I might take my bonus day and go have a slow gentle short day on the trails at teacup Lake snow park. It’s probably terrible for my foot to try to x-country ski but it’s so beautiful and likely our last day for it.

Feel like I should go stock up on my favorite n/a beer, since it comes from Canada.

Someone has a bubble machine here at the Park. I’m on mom’s memorial bench typing into my phone. It is lightly raining on and off. That won’t stop Portland kids.

Somehow there are mosquitoes even though it’s like 45 degrees.

The red and white camellias make me think of Alice in wonderland.


I wish my mom hadn’t suffered and died the way she did. I wish this constantly.