Music From Heaven

The trouble with posting sporadically is that you forget to mention various events. For example, I got my hair cut last week. Not that a haircut is an "event", but when you have not had your hair this short since 3rd or 4th grade it deserves a mention and a picture. I got it cut to the jaw and chin area. It has been so long since I had short hair, that I forgot that once free of its weight, my hair becomes rebellious. I have a few layers cut into it, so when I wake in the morning I have a crazy, poofy, bed-head do. Short hair gets pretty head strong--pun intended--and will not succumb to hair brushing, gel and hairspray. If it doesn't want to go that way, gosh darn it, it is not going in that direction. The haircut works for my face shape, but I am not sure if I like it. I still don't know how to style it and opinionated hair doesn't help. I don't have a picture yet, so I have included one that shows what type of haircut I got.

 This afternoon I was on the phone with my sister when I heard a voice coming from the heavens.  "Er. . . God?"  Nope, it was Rick with a microphone and his four, newly purchased P.A. loudspeakers perched on the roof.  Katie then got behind the mike and proceeded to sing Christmas carols for about 1 hour.  Now Rick has hooked up a CD player and is playing the Charlie Brown Christmas CD.  "How nice." you say.  Well, I am not sure that our nearest neighbors who are a little over a mile away appreciate the afternoon concert.  Believe me, the sound carries that far if not further.  Rick is a gleeful little boy with his new toy.  He must have one of the speakers right next to the vent pipe for the range hood because the music is pouring into the kitchen loud and clear.  You know what they remind me of?  The type of speakers that you see around football fields.  Not kidding.

Yes, life is interesting, but I asked for it when I said, "I do."