Dad will be flying in from Colorado on Thursday. He is driving with me across the country. We'll be stopping Saturday night at Aunt Joan's B&B (one of my favorite aunts) and then a big push to see how far we can get Sunday. There is a sailor's superstition that to begin a voyage on a Friday is certain to bring bad luck. I find it interesting that I never considered leaving on Friday, though I expect to be ready. Some things that I learned in childhood are hard to let go of, especially when I forgot that I knew them.
Nothing special here today. Just getting my recurring thoughts out of my head. Listing what's done, what's going to be done. And listing them in no particular order.
Today I had my hair cut. I'm in shock. I haven't had short hair since my twenties. I'm 48. I'm sorry I did it. And yet, it does look better. I just hate looking in a mirror today. Give it a week and I'll be happy again. Good thing I like baseball caps. Good thing I sold all the mirrors, (beveled glass and all). I kept my favorite baseball caps. Did I know something I didn't know?