Day 3

Yesterday was as close to feeling well as has happened since the Vertigo attack. Walking the dogs to the groomer worked fine. I didn’t get the green bin filled as bending down was not on the menu. Today I need to give a quick once over to my house for Tea and stories group. I look forward to our gathering. Rosalie is bringing cookies. Megan’s inspection gave some troubling information but she is sure she will get it. We are  poised to embrace the change.

My mother hoped for a feminine girly-girl daughter and got me instead. Rolled up jeans, tenny runners, and a sweatshirt were my preferred wardrobe although dresses were required for school. I liked my long pigtails and had to be coaxed or threatened into dress up clothes. Once in a while she would insist on fixing me up. I often had fancy pigtails, French  braid or wrapped around my head like a crown. And once ins a while My mother would shampoo my long straight hair and rinse it with vinegar. Then she would drape a big towel around my shoulders and comb and comb until it was free of any tangles. The sectioning would begin with careful attention to having each section match. Can’t have fat curls and skinny curls. They have to be the same. She used a rat tail comb to draw the lines from crown on