Note to people who talk/text/email me: Anything you say to me can and will be used in my writing. 😊
After the family went through their isolation periods and resumed normal life, I got sick. Testing showed negative but I’m a hermit so I continued doing what I usually do (stay home) and now I’m at the tail end of this head cold.
But, during a coughing attack last week I dislocated something in my lower back.
I do not have back issues. This never happened before.
Let’s say you have a friendship with a person who is not the same gender as you (and you are both heterosexual). Let’s say there may or may not be some spark between you. Let’s say the friendship is platonic and continues to be this way and is mutually accepted as such.
Remember this post where I admitted my struggle to shape my eyebrows since my teen years? I left a little cliffhanger at the end, where my beautician Eva uttered a single word. 😛
Here are the final few paragraphs of that post, and the continuation of what happened next.
One day well into my late 40s, I asked Eva what she can recommend to hide some irksome wrinkles between my brows. Was there a type of make-up I could use that would minimize this self-perceived flaw that had bothered me for as long as I had been plucking my own eyebrows? That’s a lot of years of constant zooming in on that one point in my face. The wrinkles resembled a scar (I don’t even know if it is a scar, or if it is, how I got it) and I became increasingly self-conscious about it as I aged.
In fact, this scar/wrinkle was, at one time, the reason I desired bangs. (Never ever again.)
Eva had me lie back on her table and inspected my upper face under a bright light with a magnifying mirror.
Something has been percolating in my brain for a while, but I couldn’t find the words to talk about it on a public forum until today. Perhaps I will find the words if I simply type them into the keyboard.
It began with a syndicated episode of The Big Bang Theory. I see the scene in front of me but I can’t find it when I google it. It’s not so much the scene that made an impression anyway, it’s the phrase.
There is/was a total lunar eclipse happening today, May 26, 2021.
I wonder if the magnetic energy is influencing the cause of all the recent upheaval I’ve succumbed to. Of course, succumbed is a subjective description of current events; some people who shall remain nameless will actually point blame right at me for having caused said upheaval.
My son’s last quadmester (4th semester consisting of two subjects due to remote/virtual learning) began a couple of weeks ago. It will run until the end of June, probably online. And then, he’ll have graduated grade 10 from inside of his bedroom. Thank you Mr. Trudeau and Mr. Ford. You are both equally to blame. (Don’t at me unless you’re Justin or Doug, I’m not going to rant and debate about this today.)