Friday, February 8, 2019

The Incredible Everywhere-ness of My Gray Hair



My hair is long and gray and getting scraggly. (Weird to be physically falling apart, in a losing battle with entropy, but that's the way it is for me this year.) Sometimes my long hair still looks cool, but it's really getting tatty at the ends and has to be clipped constantly. 

Mostly, though, my hair is in the way. I'm losing the energy to put it up, to braid it, to do anything with it. Of course, I'm also in a spell where it's tough to get up the morning, but that probably has to do more with politics than with my actual physical state. Once upon a time I looked like this, a collegiate Mommy in an apartment with a black high gloss floor, a handsome young motor-cycle riding husband,a toddler and a host of neato posters:


and now it's like this, at Dragon Con, trying on a dragon's tail I didn't quite buy.






These days, my gray hair is caught in my vacuum nozzles, wrapped round around the little wheels of the machine, choking the wands, so that once a job (at least) I have to disassemble the thing and peer into the tubes to see if a clog is impacting the once forceful suckage of the my little Mighty Mite sweeper. If it is, then it needs to be poked out with long brushes, the kind used to clean furnaces.

Hair is threaded into the weave of my doormats, so that to clean them, I have to not only sweep and shake, but pick them by hand, unwinding and knotting for disposal those long gray strands. Hair is in the brush every day in ever increasing amounts. I even find it--pardon me for going here--in the cat poop that I lift from the boxes. It's distressing to be losing so much of it, really it is, after years of taking the bounty for granted.






Once again, I want to cut it, a process I constantly go through, growing it out and then cutting it off. 







Cut it--and look in the mirror and lament--WHY DID I DO THAT? 


And begin to grow it out again. If it will grow, in the winding down of my physical form...


Peace--


Juliet 

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2 comments:

Sydell Voeller said...

I love your hair, especially the French braid. Sorry it’s giving you such grief these days. Mine is thinning, too, but in my youth I never had as much as you.

Kathy Fischer-Brown said...

We were just recently discussing your hair over dinner. I'm finding mine all over the place lately too, but I blame it on the Ibrance. I like your hair long. But it looks fine short as well. At least your grows :-)