Every time I pull up my iGoogle page and see the last entry I posted on “Writing My Life” was in March, I am sad. I miss my written reflections whether anyone else does or not. I think about life and its crazy characteristics all the time, but until I record those thoughts, I don’t feel as if I’ve truly reflected. Besides, those hit-and-miss ideas are fleeting.
So, with a few weeks off work, I hope to capture those momentary meditations before they take flight and confine them here. That won’t be easy because some are long-gone, but I know I want to record the follies of growing older. The process is really quite humorous.
For example, yesterday I was talking to G.E. as I finished combing my hair. When I started hair-spraying the styled coiffure, he yelled, “Stop! Stop!” and tried to grab my arm.
“What?” I said, pulling away. And then I noticed the Windex in my hand. Can’t say the spray increased the shine, nor did it help my “do” hold up in this heat, but maybe the ammonia brightened my highlights???!!!!
Remember Gus Portokalos, from MY BIG FAT GREEK WEDDING, was convinced that Windex could fix anything. Now my Grandpa B. claimed the same of Vicks Vapor Rub – maybe I’ll use that instead of mousse. =)