Ronnie Shakes
Lon is getting on with the deck repair. He's doing a great job and it will look even better than it did before. Also, I will be buying new patio furniture - - - but will probably have to wait until next year, since most of the sets are sold out for this season. There is a slim chance I can find what I want and perhaps it will be on clearance, since Autumn is almost here. Niece Tina called me a while back and told me that she had spotted some patio table umbrellas at Bed, Bath, and Beyond, since she knew ours had gotten smashed up. Unfortunately, Lon doesn't want me to buy anymore of them, because our last two umbrellas got mangled by wind, and he thinks possibly that MINE are like lightning rods that are attracting crazy winds to our town.
Tina messaged me and told me that not only is she walking with her mother-in-law's breast cancer walk team, but she will be walking in honor of me, too! How nice! I am going to see if I can get some buttons made with our team's name, THE OVERCOMER CLUB (Google "Overcomer" by Mandesa and listen to it. - - - whenever it plays on the radio, I turn up the sound and let it blast!), and make sure Tina gets one to wear. Talk about doubling up and taking on two groups! What a trouper. Hopefully we will walk near Betty Mc's bunch which would be a lot of fun. Dan and Tammy are not sure if he will be able to get off work and come that week-end, so we will have to wait and see if they can make it.
My Miss Abby is coming to stay with me for a few days. She is starting band this year (sax, I think), so I will need to get her to band practice for the next two days. Cate has been going to some kind of all-day band camp at Kennedy. She has been playing the flute for years and is quite good. Alec starts Junior High on Monday - - - can't believe that!!!!
I have been getting some feedback on the selfies I posted, showing my teeny sproutlets that are growing. Everyone is saying that when my hair is grown completely back, that I should wear the "Roschelle" style. Unfortunately, my hair grows completely forward, and doesn't quite meet the criteria for wearing the same style as my wigs. At this point, I would be happy with any kind of style with real hair.
As you know, I have mentioned how I was nicknamed "Ming Toy" by my dad, because when I was born, I looked like a little Chinese baby, since I had a mop of black hair. That was my first hairdo. I've had some real doozies over the years, including the "bowl haircut" that sister Sandy inflicted on me, It's true, she went on to be a great hairdresser, but when she was a young girl - - - well, not so much. My hair is string straight and one afternoon she decided to trim it while Mom was not home. Straight hair is not easy to cut. When you aren't experienced or had any training, it involves repeated trimming to get it even. However, if you keep trimming and straightening, soon there's hardly anything left.
I think she bribed me with a quarter to quit crying. Like THAT was going to make Mom unaware that I looked like a shaved monkey.
I've never really had long, long hair because I would get the urge to get it cut, and then It looked like crap, and I had to start all over again. When Judy and I were quite small, Mom decided to take us to the beauty shop and get permanents. After spending a long afternoon getting our hair rolled and twisted and doped up with smelly solution, we were finally done! On the drive home, Judy bounced and flounced about, feeling the thrill of gobs of curls about her shoulders. Then there was me. Remember my hair is naturally string straight. By the time we had driven the five miles home, my hair had gone perfectly straight! Bummer. It didn't help that my friend, Betty C., had the most glorious naturally curly hair. It was a glossy, dark brown - almost to the point of being black - color. I don't know what her mother, Grace, put on her hair, but it always smelled so wonderful. I've never fully forgiven her for having that pretty curly hair. LOL
I mentioned on a previous post that some years back I experienced the permanent from Hell where my hair was curled so tight that it looked like sheep's wool.. Another awful hairdo. But, I'm not so sure that wearing a wig is the answer, either. The other night, some lady that I didn't know, was trying to get my attention and I didn't pay heed, because she kept saying, 'Sir - - - SIR!!" Finally I caught on that she was talking to ME! Perhaps I need to order another wig with some length to it , so people won't mistake me for a guy!!!
I went to the plastic surgeon on Monday to see if I could have the last drain removed. He wouldn't do it, but he did snip the stitch on the outside that was holding the tube in place. That was such a relief.. Doc said that there was some kind of a "hub" on the hose right inside the body, so the tube won't slide out. However, I will be seeing Doc tomorrow to finally get the drain out, 'cause I have run out of time to have it. Yippee!!!
So, that is another example of repairs going well. Sweet! I'll take it.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL