I had an epiphany this past week. If I were a normal human, it would be about something really deep and life changing. But my epiphany came when I was at a red light next to a bus for an assisted living community. I noticed a photo of an older couple on the back of the bus and they were so smiley and happy. Then I noted the ladies’ hair style.
Surely, this question can’t offend anyone, well, at least I hope not but do all older ladies have the same hairstyle?
Wait, what even constitutes being an old lady anymore since people live to be 100 or more? 79? 85?
I digress; this all led me to wonder what my old lady hair style would be and what day next week will I wake up with it?
Who else misses the Golden Girls? *Suz raises one hand furiously while holding her bat wing with the other*
And then I delved even further into my head and wondered if I’m ALREADY equipped with my old lady hairstyle. I mean, I have a version of the classic bob. Is that old lady-ish? Am I one pin curl away from needing assistance and living with a gaggle of Golden girls? These are the things that fill my head and keep me from remembering simple algebra or where I left my cell phone.
Speaking of old ladies
It was yet again time for us to make dog food for Callie and Max. The Coach and I had a conversation prior to going to Costco for the ingredients that went something like this:
Coach: Do you think we should make our full batch of food? I mean, Max is going back to live with Lolo soon, and Callie, well Callie might leave sooner than that.
Me: OR she might outlive us. Lets make a big batch and put that positivity out in the universe.
Coach: You’re right, and she’s doing so good, she might be the one animal we have that perhaps will just ‘go in her sleep’.
*Suz rolls her eyes knowing full well we could never be that lucky*
I’m not sure if I shared how freaking happy they are to ‘lick the pans’ after their food is prepared; they know as soon as I get the food processor out that today will be a glorious day! *turn down your volume or put in some earplugs.*
Their biggest challenge with licking the pans (I don’t know this from experience) is that the pans actually MOVE. Look at me, giving the dogs a treat AND exercising them at the same time.
Smartie pants Max finally learned to put his paw
foot down and lick until his licker was tired.
This is our last week in September. Goodness, that escalated quickly! So, next week things will be normal? Boring? Standing on my tippy toes: PLEASE, PLEASE!?!?
Well, that’s all the nonsense I have for today. Did you have an epiphany this week? Did it involve serious thoughts like mine or are you focused on minor worries like world peace or politics?