As I type, a concocted gel-like substance that started out green is working on my hair to color the gray and make me look younger and beautiful and so attractive you can’t believe it. Well . . . as Ronald Reagan was known to drawl, that may not turn out to be the case. Right now we’re hoping my hair won’t remain green.

My scalp is actually tingling. Oh, well. Summer insisted that I get light golden brown; I think if I am going to do this, I should have a new and thrilling color. Or what about those ladies who have a shock of white running through their hair.

Now Summer is filming me with a camcorder – the cassette type. We are going to see if we can find a cable that will allow me to transfer the “movie” from VCR to the computer and then, look out world, on to YouTube and mega views as America goes wild over AmeliaJake.

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The timer got goofed up and we think the stuff was on my hair way too long. I am not looking in the mirror. Maybe tomorrow I will go to the store (wearing a hat, of course) and get a nice red color. Let’s not panic; I am an older woman, after all. It can’t be the end of the world.

But if I die tonight and my mother insists that I be buried and not cremated, please, please somebody do something about my hair.