I awoke to rain and much of the day has been steady rain, not too hard, not too much of just a sprinkle. Just steady. And gray. I sorted through all my “sorted through and categorized” stuff because it had become such a jumble and I no longer even had a hunch as to where to dig for a needed object. I did find three pairs of tweezers, which is good now that errant facial hairs are terrorizing me. Have to wait in a parking lot? Hey, pull out tweezers and pluck. Oops, there’s another one: pluck.

I have the camera cords all in one basket, each in a baggie; my next endeavor is to check all the instruction books for what goes with what.  I have batteries in the battery charger and the charged batteries in a wooden box on the windowsill. I watched The Madness of King George III while I divided cosmetic and medicines into little cubbies. I had an oil lamp burning too – on the windowsill, but not by the battery box, which, by the way, has a winter picture painted on the top.

Now, I sit all scrubbed and shampooed with my drying hair out behind me on the sofa back and my bare feet tucked up in a modified Indian position. My Minnetonkas sit on the floor just a little to my left . . . and I just finished putting all this moisturizer on my recently washed and plucked face.  I am trying to figure out – in some part of my brain – what the heck is going on in this movie that just started.

I am also thinking about all these younger women who are so concerned with fashion and style. Not that it is a waste of time, but that so many consult, well, consultants to see what their style is noteworthy. What is this “being in style” business anyway? I guess I know, but now I working on making my personal style better. I think this links back to my wondering about the way I look. For some reason, it has become important to me to look like me – although I did say I don’t really know how I see myself. Maybe it’s just the puzzle element of the situation that fascinates me, and maybe it’s a bit of  a challenge . . . and maybe it’s the egotistically oomph in my personality that wants to prove I can pull this off. At least a little bit.

And now I’m changing the channel; this movie has not found a place in the second-line-of-attention of my awareness state.