I was going to name this post “If i did Twitter.” It seems like the most absurd waste of time to me. Wait. That’s what people say about blogging. Still….
It was less than three weeks since I had my hair radically cut and dyed. There was over an inch of new growth, so I went to my friend Rafe’s hair salon and had it dyed plus many highlights.
I wish Rafe’s salon was in my hood or downtown so I could feel more cutting edge but I have to settle for Madison Avenue. In it’s own way that’s nice as I lived there for so many years. When I’m in the East 60’s west of Park I feel at home.
Most of the stores have changed. Almost all buildings have been spiffed up or renovated. Just like here and everywhere. Still it’s a I-feel-so-good-here place for me. I understand many people have either an aversion or fear or both of my old hood, but many emotions run through me when I’m there.
It’s a mix of nostalgia, hope, and dare I say pride? It never felt like a true hood, but now that almost no place looks like one, I feel as if I lived in a place mired both in the past and the future. The present, then, was for me to make. It was a good present that gave me many gifts to write about.
While I was at the salon, the sun came out. This caused great merriment inside the salon as everybody had become as weather obsessed as I have been for years.
The sky turned an amazing shade of blue. It was warm. I was stuck having my hair done. You really can’t run out when having highlights put in your hair. Too many horrible consequences to even think about.
It’s supposed to be a perfect weekend. We so deserve it. And it’s an amazing present.
I would like to thank both Sar and Dari for giving me thinking blogger awards. Sar lives in Virginia and wrote very thoughtfully about the events of this past week. Dari, unfortunately, wrote more personally.
I would like to add that neither Sar nor Dari would deign to put that picture in. I don’t understand all the bloggers who put it in to say how awful it is and how exploitive it is. I hate cliches but they’re calling the kettle black and worse. For what? Some blog publicity?
Cooper wrote a wonderful post on words, art, a sort of critique, and the affects of all three that I have been thinking about this week.
G has a heart tugging in a good way post about her niece Shannon.
I’m not giving the thinking blogger award out, because when I tried to put in using WP image uploading, I messed up my entire template. I need code. To whoever began this. Thanks and give code. Some of us are code dependent.
I could probably put it in somewhere else, get the code and put it in the blog. But it’s a beautiful weekend, and I plan on reveling in it. I probably should have a category “weather in New York.”