Beneath the Wraps

          The other day I went to the hair salon to get my hair cut and colored.  I had  made an appointment for 8:00 but had forgotten I had made it for that time and did not show up until 9:00.  I think the stylist was mad – which she had reason to be.  I was upset with myself – and here I ’ ve been taking this Prevagen (which by the way does not seem to be working; at two dollars a pill, I would think my mind would have cleared that first day).          She said she ’ d color my hair and reset the appointment for my haircut.   But it was the cut I needed more than the coloring. I had purchased only one bottle of hair coloring and was willing to try it by myself – but with less hair.   She agreed to cut me and commented on the thickness and length of my hair.   She then read the directions of the hair dye I had purchased and proceeded to get it ready to add to my head.   I was...

                  When I left the house this morning the view was clear and I could see to drive.  There were clouds surrounding the hills across the way, but nothing obstructing my view. That is until I drove nearer to the church.  The fog seemed to descend upon Myrtle Creek as though the limits were completely swallowed.  I am grateful I did not have to drive up North or South Myrtle as the roads seem to disappear into the whiteness.           When Jenna and I returned home the fog had thickened our surroundings in Tri City.   It was as though the process of lifting was reversed.   It wasn’t particularly cold outside – or at least my body didn’t think it was.   It was nice to get home and off the road.           I had paid off a loan with my bank in Oregon.   I had written a check before December 7 th .   I h...