Okay, I’ll admit it: I do not understand women. I especially don’t understand a certain woman named Grams. She’s going to get her hair chopped off today. When I asked her why she said, “Because I need a change!”
Now when I need a change, I usually start planning our next adventure or shift my position in the hammock. But, not women. Nooooo, they need to go and do something drastic. Big Guy and I are just shaking our heads. Of course, it means that we will need to drive her to the hairburner’s and wait for her. Then, we’ll have to be effusive with our complements when she emerges. *SIGH* Women, can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em.
You may ask why we have to drive her to the hairburner’s – well, that's because the last time that Grams went to get her driver's licence renewed she was told to look up at the chart and read off the letters. She looked up and said, “Well, I would if it weren’t in Chinese!” All I could do was shake my head. Then, she was asked to look in a machine and read the letters off there. Since she can’t read with her right eye, this did not go down well either. We had to run off to the eye doc’s office and get a note from him saying that while she has limited peripheral vision; she can (really!) see well enough to drive. Grams had to promise the doc that she would only drive to familiar places close to home. I was really glad that she didn’t have to do the driving test: you should see her try to parallel park.
It was kind of humiliating for someone as proud as Grams. Eventually, as usual, she turned the lemons into lemonade: she started riding a bike. True, it’s scary seeing her on the bike, but it’s also safer for the rest of the world.
Why the old photo? Well, the expression on her face is the ‘look.’ It’s the look she gave me when I asked why she was getting her hair cut. As you see, she’s been working on that look for a long time. As a matter of fact, I’ll bet she was born with it.
Please give what you can to Médecins sans Frontières (Doctors without Borders).
And, of course