Some days it doesn’t pay to get out of bed! Yesterday was one of those days. It started out great, but things went down hill after I posted my blog and answered my emails.
Remember I mentioned I was going to cut my hair? Well, the best laid plans was the theme of the rest of the day. I have been cutting my hair with a Wrek Razor for many years. Yesterday I decided the blade looked rusted and dull. I replaced the blade with a shiny new blade. Easy peasy! Right? My Mother always said, “A dull knife is a dangerous knife!” I proved “A sharp one is also dangerous in the wrong hands!”
Remember I told you I hadn’t cut my hair throughout the pandemic, and it was over my shoulders. I will admit my fingers aren’t quite as agile as they used to be, and about half way through the cutting process, I sliced the end of one finger so deep it would not stop bleeding. I take Wafarin (blood thinner) which usually doesn’t affect a small cut. Yesterday was the exception.
I was looking in the mirror at a haircut that was quite unusual! One half of my head sported a short cut, and the other half was long shag. I was determined to finish my haircut. I decided not to temp fate again and finished the styling with scissors. Razors make better styling, but my fingers gratefully chose a safer route.
I may post a picture of the cut later, after I finish shaping it, and my finger heals! Go ahead and laugh now, I did! Accidents are stupid! Usually because we do not take the time to think our actions through. Speed is the culprit in most accidents!
Biography
Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die.
I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect?
Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing.
My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda.
Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated.
I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.”
I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class.
After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome.
I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.
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