And now for something lighter: Hair

Age three, age nine and age sixteen---those sides were a hoot. wings? wisps? With a mind of their own. And how about those octagon glasses. The bigger---the better to see you with!

It wasn't until I was much much older did I learn that you comb curly hair when wet and then leave it alone unless you need to scrunch it with more water-wet hands. I did not know this when little, and tried combing and brushing curly hair resulting in friz, and uncooperative hair.

Wednesday

Edoaurdo did come by and give us cooler temps. I think he spit on my windshield, too. Hal Jay on the radio said he got a downpour out of Edoaurdo the tropical storm.

Bob taught our Bible Class tonight. It was good. I had notes to myself to remember that we needed to go early and turn on the AC as both pastors are on vacation. I had the salad ready when Bob got home.

Got my haircut. Leann this time. She gave me a "wedge" as I asked the top be left longer to show off my curls. The salon seemed sorta empty. It is usually teeming with busy stations. I am glad I did not get the same gal as last time---that lady sorta frowned on my confessions of whacking on my bangs myself.

I ordered some more bluebonnet cards. What a deal at fifty cents each for shiny blank cards. Now I am ready for any and every occasion. Check out mybluebonnets.com

After locking up, we got ice cream cones at Chick-fill-you-up. "Fabulous" Erin (he called himself) insisted they are really "ice dream" cones. And we swung by Braums for another gallon of fresh yet reasonably priced milk.

When on the phone with James, Bob noticed my haircut. Leann really cut it super short in back. Tomorrow is James' big PT test. They gave him shots and all today, and the PT test is one of the big objectives. He usually aces his PT tests, because he can run fast if the pace is fast. And he is in great shape.

Time for bed. Gotta get up early tomorrow and take Bob to the train, as two of his sisters are coming back from their Africa mission trip tomorrow, and we have been invited to visit with them if they are not too jet lagged.

Storm of the Week

We are experiencing weekly storms with tornadoes, wind, hail, and rain of Biblical proportions. Last night's excitement included more than the usual lightening. And of course, middle son had waited until the last minute to get his haircut. I worked as fast as I could with the clippers, but I could not help but smile to think he might have to sport a mohawk to class this morning if the power went out again. The lights blinked once, but I got the job done, and left a little on top for color. Today is their last day to troop through the local park playing Army games (training). Middle son had so much fun playing the "enemy" last week that he dressed up again as a member of the press. Jeans, straw cowboy hat, and a very small spiral for the dress shirt pocket. Like no reporter I have ever seen on the news, but a fearsome enemy no doubt to his lower ROTC classmates.