Those 70ish Girls

I decided this would be the perfect day to make the cottage a little springier. I began by staining the beautiful wood walkway that Kip built. I was almost finished when a humongous gust of wind came through. It picked up the pan of paint and threw it into my face. Can you believe it? Kip was convinced that my new glasses were ruined. “It will eat the plastic,” he said.

I ran into the house and immediately   cleaned my glasses, which were fine. I wish he would have been as concerned about my painted hair. I could not get the paint, that was holding huge chuncks of my hair hostage, to break free. I read online that toothpaste would work…it didn’t, plus I mistakenly chose a whitening toothpaste. I’m pretty sure the paint covered hair has lightened up again. Remember my highlighting fiasco? I just got the yellow calmed down.

Anyway, I’m going to sleep on it and see what further steps I need to take in the morning.

I will soon get back to the stories about the Swinsons, McNinches, Francises, Gustafsons, and Sandersons. There is so much more to tell…

Happy Mother’s Day to all the women out there who have had a hand in raising kids…it takes a village.

I was almost frustrated enough to get the scissors out and cut off the mess, when a little bit of common sense returned, which is surprising. I’m going to see my grandson graduate next week and I have already far exceeded my usual before trip weight gain, so I didn’t want to go with 2″ long hair.

It’s all about the rhythm of life. We aren’t clones of those I write about, but there is no mistaking the genes and family history along with our higher power, predetermine who we are or at least greatly influence who we become.