Well, I just had a satisfied moment. I looked at a post about all the special things a lady was doing about lunches and there were pictures of the little lunches, and a picture of her newly cleaned out and shiny refrigerator, not to mention one of a shiny gadget that reflected a house that looked as if it belonged in Better Homes & Gardens. Actually, this was one of those posts that  are in that great magazine in the ether: Better Living Than You. Of course, I made that up, because I am a snarky little slob.

However, in the last part of her remarks about her day, she mentioned the garbage disposal quit and she had to call her husband, who was on a business trip, to find out what to do. Oddly enough, he texted her the information about a handyman.

Ah,  you don’t put out a box of tissues, but line up origami works of art – yes, go ahead, blow your nose on the giraffe. (Okay, I also made that up – although I wouldn’t be surprised if it were out there.) However, you have never heard of using a (wooden) broom handle to give the disposal a little jolt?  You make money off of crafty sites on the internet and yet you cannot do a little search about troubleshooting garbage disposals?

I know I am being testy here. Maybe I will work my way out of that mood during the day – or I could just let Sophie whack me upside the head with a broom handle. And, yes, as a witch, I do have quite a collection.

My hair is a little darker in our quest to eliminate any golden/orange tint that showed up when my hair dried. Wet, it just looked normal. We will see how this goes. The problem was not just the brassy shade that showed up after a few washings – even with special shampoo (and in the summer, sun) – but the startling contrast it made with my roots that are a blend of white and light brown. It was actually the brown aspect that made the most contrast. Maybe as the brown finally gives up the ghost, I will lighten the color so it will mesh better with all white. Who knows.

Anyway, I want to thank Donna of Scizzor Worx for working with me. My paternal grandmother had gallbladder trouble and hair that was her natural color way into her 80’s; I inherited the gallbladder, but not the hair gene. Rats.

So, what to do now? I am feeling less down. I think because I did something and I am thinking, well, maybe that is a good tactic for other things in my life. Try a little action. I guess this most is mainly for me, writing about it to aid helping my brain forge pathway of soldiering on. I know that phrase makes one want to giggle, but right now, the little melodrama helps.Makes me think of the Home Guard and the cheerful song in that Angela Lansbury movie, Bedknobs and Broomsticks.

I’m feeling down, so I am going to get my hair colored. The roots are showing and that adds to my downness. I guess if I were really down, I’d say to hell with roots and let them be or shave my head. But I’m going to (excuse me in advance) bitch slap myself by having a little coloring experiment. Four o’clock. If things work out visually okay, I will tell myself, “Thanks, I needed that.” And if they don’t, well, it’s coming up on February and March and they are ‘waiting room’ months in Indiana anyway. I’ll just wait until the roots spring up again.

Perhaps I should take Rose with me; she could get her hair done – maybe something in a turquoise.

Who knew? Not us, the school has an automated system that alerts families to starting delays due to weather; well, we didn’t hear the phone and no one saw the message light flashing, so we goofed up. Yes, apparently it is icy outside and I have just found out about an eight car pile-up on the west side of Fort Wayne. I have heard sirens with my own ears. I suspect it is very treacherous out there.

Now we wait and see. The forecast is for the temperature to remain at 32? until at eleven, so I am thinking that while the salt trucks will be on all the main roads, a lot of roads will be left to wait for the warm-up. That means school bus routes could remain icy . . . and then there’s the factor of student drivers. I wouldn’t be surprised if they cancel. I am not relying on the phone – I have a screen window open to school announcements. And there it goes . . . East Noble: Closed.

Well, heck.
Colin is very excited; Shane’s a little upset. His barks sound like GET. OUT. OF. HERE.

Egads! What has happened? When you click on the pictures in the two post below, the enlargement is upside down. I’m going to look into this . . . after I take a deep breath and think for a little while.

We’re coming up on the first birthday of the little guy in the picture below. His grandma is one of my dear friends – a really great lady – from West Chester, Ohio. His grandpa is okay, too. Actually, he’s a pretty lucky little fellow.