Fwozen

I am a bald woman.

True.

I have shaved off my 'amazing' hair. I did it for the Leukaemia Foundation

I raised about $2000 for it, with some money still to come in from pledges, selling it on ebay (I did, too!!!) and from the wig-makers who are buying the by-product. Not a bad effort, really.

Do I regret it? Well, it certainly feels strange, and I forget about it, so get as much of a shock from the reactions of people when they see it for the first time as they seem to get. No doubt I will experience times where I wish it was there, but it's not and it's another thing in life that is now fuss-free and that's good. Isn't it?

The first time I went to bed without my hair, I did something really strange. I sleep on my stomach, without a pillow, and in order not to suffocate myself with my locks, I would flick my hair to one side, kind of scoop it with one hand to stop any tickly bits from escaping and put my head down. You don't need to do this when you're bald, but I did it anyway. As soon as I did, I had a bit of a giggle to myself. How silly. I wasn't aware of my ritual until I did it needlessly!

In other trivial news, I have a cold. I got it the day before I shaved my head. I'm blaming Casyn, even though we've not had much contact, but that's the only person I can think of who has had a cold and I've had direct conversations with. Funnily, even though there are people at work with the bug that's going around, I don't think I've had conversations with them. Not planned, just the way it's worked out.

My cold has two more days to remove itself - I never get sick for long and always blast myself with vitamins and cold treatments at the first sign of symptoms so it doesn't take hold - cos I'm going to the Laura Festival. Yay! Three and a half hours on a plane and four hours of driving, each way, wouldn't be fun if I was still snifling, quite aside from the festival itself. I'm going with my friend, Boori, and can't wait to stop, look, listen, feel and just be an anonymous person without responsibilities, a face in the crowd, for three days. After that, I'm going to be a backpacker for a couple of days, before heading home again. It should be fabulous.

And will I be selfconscious about being bald through all this? Nope. I'm told I have a good head on my shoulders.

Goodness Gracious

1. Tim Tams. Need I say more?
2. Finding gems like this.
3. Realising that in 9 days, I'm going to be on a plane and heading on a Far North adventure.
4. Making 13 year-olds laugh and pull expressions that indicate that I'm a fruitcake. As if!
   
5. The excitement expressed by my dogs at the simple pleasure of riding in the car whilst I back out of the garage and through the gates.

Good enough.

A Cup of Tea and a Long Chat

I bought some writing paper with that insignia on it a few months ago. I was redirecting my penchant to write, but like some things do, it dried up and here I am. Again.

We never go back, even if we want or intend to, but sometimes it's worth revisiting old ground to see if it still has something to offer you. Or you it. So, with my feet widely planted, I am back and ready to take a different path.

For how long?

How often?

I don't have my crystal ball, sorry. I have little idea, even, of what I'll write here.

I almost don't know how to do it. Skills unused are quickly lost and html does not form part of my daily life as it does for so many of you. I guess I'll work out how to add to my sidebar again if the mood so grabs me.

No doubt this will again be about work, food, my dogs and the odd goings-on of my brain. Perhaps it will assist me in finding a new version of me. It will take the form it wants, as it wants. I have no agenda.

I do have, it would seem, a number of quite short sentences. Odd. Not my style.

It is my style, however, to say 'hi' and then run back to what must be done: Science Fiction Short Stories by 14 and 15 year olds.

Bye.