Susan Dennis (susandennis) wrote,
Susan Dennis


The bathroom mirror has declared that today is haircut day. To be fair, it first made the declaration last week but I argued. And argued. And argued. But, today, I give up. Time to get it done. I am amused by how much I am annoyed by the whole hair cut thing. Every single time. At least this time I have instructions with pictures. And, hopefully, I'll get a non-chatty cutter.

So after coffee and breakfast, I'll head out. There's a Trader Joe's semi near the hair cutter so I think I'll stop in there.

Yesterday I did all of the laundry in the house. Clean, folded and put away.

While I was swimming today, I was remembering Christmases as a kid. I have so many wonderful memories. It's fun to take them out now and again, dust them off and enjoy them. Then when I got home, a guy from upstairs got in the elevator with to tall, skinny boxes - 'new skis' he said.

When I was in my early teens, the place we loved in the mountains and the place where we spent lots of Summer weekends - Blowing Rock, NC - opened up a ski slope. My parents knew the folks to opened it and we got to try it early and often. We loved it. When I was 14 or 15, one year, we got skis for Christmas.

Mother and Daddy hid them at a neighbor's house. Then, on Christmas Eve, they discovered that the neighbors had apparently forgotten about the skis and had gone out of town. Daddy pulled off his first and last B&E and Christmas was saved and a family story grew and was embellished and lived on far longer than those skis even did.
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