I kin explain

Yeah. Just a sec. I'm in the middle of sumpin'.

I identified a need to maybe 'splain some things as I was taking a little trip down memory lane and reviewing old posts (recent and not-so-recent).

Like in this post, Edna did not turn me into a black woman. Just wanted to be perfectly clear because I see now that I was a bit rambly in my writing. I should probably not produce long drawn-out posts on Friday evenings when I've got a hankerin' to watch old Gilmore Girls episodes on DVD. But I did want to finish my story for those left hanging by my "to be continued" from the day before.

Since the functionality of this blog is limited by my own unsophisticated e-capabilities, I thought I could just address my seeming non sequiturs and any subsequent questions that arise here. If your question is not answered below, I kin explain. (Maybe.) Just ask in the comment section or e-mail me: nancy[dot]justwrite[at]gmail[dot]com. I'll keep a running list of 'splanations here until I can figure out how to make a new page on this here blog thing.

RULES / CAST OF CHARACTERS / RANDOMNESS

Chinese food. Should only be eaten on cold and/or rainy days. It is not warm weather food. It's just weird to eat Chinese food when it's warm and sunny out. Japanese food, Indian food and Thai food can be eaten in any weather, however.

Claudette. Faithful feline friend. Housemate. Holiday decorating consultant.

Edna. Fixes my hairs and dispenses hugs.

Farmers Market. I'm a junkie.

Guacamole. Party in a bowl. My recipe.

Handstands. Expression of joy/they make me happy. #s 13-19 on my list of 100. 

Imaginary friends. I had three. See them here.

Jake/Dr. Jake/John. Brother-in-law. Put up with my over-caffeinated gimpy self, fed me and chauffeured me around for two whole months after my Christmas break.

Lizz. aka Amazing Lizz. aka EM. My favorite gift. The college kid I aspire to be a little more like when/if I grow up.

Monkey pants. Favorite attire for writing, thinking, reading, cooking, Netflixing, whatevering. They may have magic powers.

Painting/home maintenance. Um, yeah ... moving on.

Paragon of Patience. Me, of course! What ... I'm not like a large, flawless diamond? A model of excellence and the embodiment of patience? Doesn't everyone think microwave popcorn takes way too long? Are we there yet?

Share/Sharon. Older sister by 14 years. Guardian angel. Knows all my secrets. Has a lot of experience taking care of me and rescuing me when I get into trouble. I've known her my entire life. Obviously.

Sneezing. If you sneeze, Claudette says, "enh enh enh enh enh" (God bless you).

Wrandom? Wrecent? Why? 

Just play anything

Zizzy and kids at the church yard sale, June 2010

Don't you just love how children will make ANYTHING into a game? Fancy toys are completely unnecessary. Just dump out a cooler of ice and ... it's an instant play-portunity!

Stomp on the chilly cubes and watch them crush into tiny bits and melt into the grass. Press your bare feet down and balance on the uneven surface ... rejoice in the fun of wobbling and the icy sensation that shoots up to your nose ... then laugh uncontrollably.

Love it.

Edna Part II: Playing with hair

The October theme for NaBloPoMo is Play. I'm gonna give this daily thing a shot again. I really want to do it in November so need some practice. I apologize in advance for the inevitable nonsense in store.

As I was saying yesterday, a few months ago, Edna wanted to try something new with my hair. I've long said that I'm hair impaired, so I was all for it.

I think she sort of explained her vision and I sort of listened and nodded. 

I have to have easy hair. Most of the time I run out of the house in the morning with a wet head. It's very professional, I know. Blow-drying my locks upside down is the extent of my styling efforts. I'm letting the gray creep in and refuse to color, which caused my last hairdresser great consternation.

Is anyone still there?

Now I have to tell you, Edna's own hair is usually a bit fancier than in this picture. She would want me to tell you that, I'm sure. I dropped in on her Wednesday at lunchtime because she wouldn't let me take her picture the other evening when I was in for a trim again. But Wednesday, she relented. So here she is in action. The lady in the chair has a beautiful smile but I think I caught her in a moment of deep concentration.

But back to a few months ago when Edna had been thinking of my hair all day. I just loved that! I told her that it reminded me of the day we met and she asked me what was UP with my brows. And I forgot to tell you that after that very first time I went to Edna's she called me the next day to see how I liked my cut. Well, I liked it just fine, and I also liked my new eyebrows very much, too.  And after my new do, Edna called again to make sure I was absolutely satisfied. Not only has it been super easy to take care of, I just love the thought and care that went into it. Clearly, I have needed someone to take care of my styling needs for a long time, so God sent me Edna. 

Now this is where it would be a good idea to show you the cute new do. But instead I'll show you the salon. It's very warm and cozy. There's even a little kitchen back there. 

I talked with Lizz last night and she apologized for being a selfish only kid and choosing to work on that day before she went to college. But we both agreed that it was a good thing because it helped me start to get used to my new life ... 

... and it gave me the opportunity to meet Edna.