Wednesday I went on a day trip with my senior center group. There were more than three dozen women on the bus. During the (extremely boring) ride I started looking around. I was the *only one* with long hair. Why do many women reach "a certain age" and cut off most of their hair? Is it convenience? Is it because they think long hair is not appropriate for a certain age group? (Kind of like the old "no white shoes after Labor Day" rule).
Whatever it is I'm keeping my long hair. I like to veer away from being a stereotype. I may be a fat little old lady, but danged if I'm adopting orthopedic shoes and really short hair! :(
Susan, I think it's the no white after labor day thang -- no long hair after 50. . . . But it *could* be the short hair is easier thang, too. Which is a bucket of silliness as far as I'm concerned: long hair is infinitely easier for me. Wash, let dry, go. But then bottles theoretically were easier than breastfeeding, too. Alls I remember is grabbing a sleepy fussy baby, and going back to bed with him up against me, versus the other ladies standing in the kitchen warming up bottles while the baby screamed in hunger. . . .
Yup. I'm with you, puddle. And I'm keeping my long hair. Not only because I don't like arbitrary "rules" or "thou shalts", but also because I look like sh_t with short hair!
I *also* like choice, lol! And putting my hair up, or letting it down, or braiding, or pony tailing is fun in the choosing. As an aside, I've yet to meet a man who liked a woman in short hair. . . . Given a choice both Edwin and Rick have always chosen, let it down. . . . But I'm guessing a lot of older ladies are just as relieved to be free of the attention of the gentlemen. . . .
Click the comments. I tried to put the link for the comments here, but the link was this humongous thing with teeth! Easier just to go to the post and click the comments. See what I mean? I can't even do a simple thing like post a link...
listener, I hope you're feeling better and more rested♥
Good for you, Susan!My mother has insisted my entire life that I keep my hair short. She uses the "It's easier to care for" argument, which is a load of dingos' kidneys. I find washing longer hair not only easier but more, hmmm, tactilely satisfying? It gives me more pleasure. She doesn't or won't believe me. But she also uses an argument that I'm not in a position to counter. She claims I look better with short hair. Since she's fully sighted and I'm not, there isn't a whole lot I can say.
It's down to my shoulders again now, and I like it for the most part. There are days when I want to get it cut, especially since because of my hands the only things I can do with it is stick a headband or a ponytail holder in it, but mostly I like it, especially when it's clean. I haven't been washing it every day like I should...sign of depression, that. *sigh* Just can't kick myself into gear.
I'm sorry to whine, but, Puddle, would you look this over and tell me, honestly, bluntly, whether it's worth continuing to work on or whether I should scrap it?
Music to My Heart
You brought music to my heart, and now I hear a song each time I look into your gentle face-.
My world was bleak without him till you caught Me with your smile and put your hand in mine, That magic day, and with your kiss you taught Me that to love again can be no crime.
You brought music to my heart, and now I hear a song each time I look into your gentle face-.
And now your love enfolds me, warm and bright, As close and bright as rainbows splashed with stars And, looking in your eyes, I see the light Of all my sweet tomorrows in your arms.
You brought music to my heart, and now I hear a song each time I look into your gentle face. You brought music to my heart, and now I hear a song each time I look into your gentle face-. You gave me love again. You gave me life again.
You bring music to my heart, each time I see your face. Each time I'm locked inside your warm embrace... When you kiss me.
My computer was giving my problems all yesterday. Would neither shut down nor start up properly. The last time I ran startup repair it told me the problem couldn't be fixed automatically. Although the computer then proceeded to start and run *almost* normally.
Today I called Gateway's technical support. They talked me through System Restore. (I'd guessed that was the way to go, but didn't know where to find the link -- I'd thought it would be in control panel.) That got rid of the last Windows update, and now it's working fine.
And Penny came home today wearing a crown. It took long seconds before she realized I was talking about the crown she'd just gotten on her tooth. :)
I'm glad you got the computer sorted out, Bill. My own machine has been so temperamental lately that I can't help thinking, there but for the grace of something or other go I. Surely not God. Maybe my guardian angel. But I live in fear of the day I too will have to perform a system restore.
Do you guys believe, there's no song titled "London Is For Lovers?" At any rate, Google hasn't found one.
See, I just got this idear, the beginning of an idear, for a song called "London Is For Lovers," so it occurred to me that there must, surely, *be* a song by that title already. I mean, like, obviously, right? So I googled, and zilch. I really can't grok it. The idear I had is for a novelty number, a silly little thing. But, seeing how things are, I'll have to work it up (if possible) into a real song, something fairly serious.
*This* is the lyrics from an early Gordon Lightfoot, that I just spent hours downloading the youtube of. . . . And it ain't got NOTHING on what you already have, lyrics wise. . . .
Softly she comes Whispers the breeze with her passing In secret love she is laughing Softly she comes in the night
Softly she sighs Sweetly she lies never sleeping Her fragrance all in my keeping Softly she comes in the night
Down the darkened hall I hear her footsteps on my stair And she is in my arms once more
Softly she goes Her shining lips in the shadows Whisper goodbye at my window Softly she goes in the dawn Softly she goes in the dawn
Lord, you guys, I LOVE system restore! It's possibly what kept my old computer running for 7 years ~~ (well that and an amazing anti-virus program). I can see why Bill would think it'd be on the control panel, lol! Logic was never Gates strong hand. . . . Also, really helpful (on XP) is disk check, but nearly impossible to find: My computer, disk c, right click, properties, tools, error checking, check now, check both options, then start. It will tell you that it can't because it's in use, do you want it to start next time the computer starts? Say yes, and then restart your computer. It will take about 40 minutes, so go do something else while it works. When it's done it'll just start windows. Ya gotta wonder whether Gates *really* wants you to take care of your computer, lol!
I think though, the secret to system restore is A. Find the place where you give it maximum bytes to work with, and B. Start using it early so the system never gets a chance to degrade. If you wait too long, you just get a slightly less hinky version of what you're running. . . .
Well, nornally both Windows updates and the changes you yourself make to your computer do make it run better, or at least more securely. It's just occasionally that you get something like that Widnesday night update that mess things up and force you to go back to where you were before.
Incidentally, I now do see system restore on the control panel, under "system and security." I don't know if I missed it before or if that was one of the things that got messed up. But in any case, it's good to know it can also be found on the Start menu under Accessories --> System Tools --> Systen restore.
Service pack II as delivered over the internets cut my speed in half. I stopped ALL updates after that -- which *was* finally, a problem. After this reformatting, I got the Service Pack III, from Microsoft on CD, and I gather that with the intervening working arounds, that it pretty much works. I'm set on automatic updates now, and so far, so good. . . .
I can tell you why I don't have long hair. It's because "it stops by itself"* first. Mine has never grown longer than shoulder length and when it has gotten that far it has been thin and limp looking. I wear bangs because Hubby likes that look best, and I like him best. According to my hair dresser most older women wear their hair short because after menopause their hair loses a lot of its elasticity, and gray hair tends to break off more easily. If you have long, lustrous gray hair, you are in the minority, are quite lucky and I hope you revel in it. But please don't judge the rest of our pates too harshly. I would have loved to have long braids to pin up, but it has never been a possibility for me. Not a choice, just a reality.
Cat Could it be that you have a tendency to be too hard on yourself when you get frustrated by inabilities? Margaret Guenther wrote that we often say a man's worst besetting sin is pride; but it is often overlooked that a woman's worst besetting sin is not pride, but rather it's flip side: self-contempt. In my 14 years of offering spiritual guidance I have seen that this is true. The surest way to break the spell of self-contempt is to go against your own inclination and deliberately do something kind for yourself. So put down that wet noodle and pick up a rose. ♥
Ah, c'mon, Bill. That's not what I meant... Well, maybe it is what I meant. But, what's wrong with aiming for the stars? The only downside is a little discouragement occasionally.
Gimme a head with hair, long beautiful hair. Shinin', gleamin', streamin', flaxen, waxen. Give me down to there (hair). Shoulder length or longer (hair). Here baby, there mamma, everywhere daddy, daddy.
Hair, (hair, hair, hair.) Grow it, show it, long as I can grow it my hair.
I let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees Give a home for the fleas in my hair A home for the fleas, a hive for the buzzin' bees. A nest for birds, there ain't no words, For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my...
...Hair, (hair, hair, hair.) Grow it, show it, long as I can grow it my hair.
I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy, Snaggy, shaggy, ratsy, matsy. Oily, greasy, fleecy, shinin', steamin', gleamin', flaxen, waxen. Knotted, polka-dotted, twisted, beaded, braided. Powdered, flowered, and confettied. Mangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghetti.
Oh say can you see my eyes if you can, Then my hair's too short.
Down to here. Down to there (down to there). Down to where It stops by itself.
Don't never have to cut it 'cause it stops by itself.
Oh, Gimme a head with hair, long beautiful hair. Shinin', gleamin', streamin', flaxen, waxen. Now won'tcha ive me down to there (hair). Shoulder length or longer (hair). Here baby, there mamma, everywhere daddy, daddy.
Hair, (hair, hair, hair.) Grow it, show it, long as I can grow it my hair.
Hair, (hair, hair, hair.) Grow it, show it, long as I can grow it my hair.
The following verse is heard on the soundtrack version from the stage play:
They'll be ga ga at the go go when they see me in my toga My toga made of blond, brilliantined, beautiful hair. My hair like Jesus wore it, hallelujah I adore it. Hallelujah, Mary loved her son. Why don't my mother love me?
[HAIR Written by: Gerome Ragni, Galt MacDermot & James Rado Performed by: The Cowsills
Very pretty. Did you post it to your FB page? I've spent the evening watching Moonlighting with Sis, and haven't been back to FB yet, which is why I ask.
*groan* listener. My hair is already thin and limp. So you're saying it's just going to get worse after the big change? Great:P
As to your other, serious point... for me, self-contempt is a safety device. Put myself down first, before anyone else has a chance to. Doesn't hurt nearly so much as the contempt of others.
Can't speak for Susan, but what I see, mostly, is what's known at cotton ball head. About an inch and a half long, and curly all over. It's great for the aids in nursing homes: wet hands run through, and done for the day. But mostly, these ladies are no where present, and it's a device to make the families happy. . . . E.g., I *never* in my whole life saw my mother in nail polish of any variety, until the last month of her life. . . . When she regularly sported brilliant red. A lot of blusher, too. She endured it. Perhaps she felt "pampered" but I seriously doubt it.
Howard is first on Friday, and every day.
ReplyDeleteYou betcha. Also.
ReplyDeletelistener ~~ the blue bells are lovely!
ReplyDeleteWednesday I went on a day trip with my senior center group. There were more than three dozen women on the bus. During the (extremely boring) ride I started looking around. I was the *only one* with long hair. Why do many women reach "a certain age" and cut off most of their hair? Is it convenience? Is it because they think long hair is not appropriate for a certain age group? (Kind of like the old "no white shoes after Labor Day" rule).
ReplyDeleteWhatever it is I'm keeping my long hair. I like to veer away from being a stereotype. I may be a fat little old lady, but danged if I'm adopting orthopedic shoes and really short hair! :(
Susan, I think it's the no white after labor day thang -- no long hair after 50. . . . But it *could* be the short hair is easier thang, too. Which is a bucket of silliness as far as I'm concerned: long hair is infinitely easier for me. Wash, let dry, go. But then bottles theoretically were easier than breastfeeding, too. Alls I remember is grabbing a sleepy fussy baby, and going back to bed with him up against me, versus the other ladies standing in the kitchen warming up bottles while the baby screamed in hunger. . . .
ReplyDeleteYup. I'm with you, puddle. And I'm keeping my long hair. Not only because I don't like arbitrary "rules" or "thou shalts", but also because I look like sh_t with short hair!
ReplyDeleteI *also* like choice, lol! And putting my hair up, or letting it down, or braiding, or pony tailing is fun in the choosing. As an aside, I've yet to meet a man who liked a woman in short hair. . . . Given a choice both Edwin and Rick have always chosen, let it down. . . . But I'm guessing a lot of older ladies are just as relieved to be free of the attention of the gentlemen. . . .
ReplyDeleteKind'a down and discourage. Have been whining a little at Arty, so I won't waste everybody's time here. Suffice it to say I'm feeling my inadequacies.
ReplyDeletehttp://hepartyblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/reality-check.html
Click the comments. I tried to put the link for the comments here, but the link was this humongous thing with teeth! Easier just to go to the post and click the comments. See what I mean? I can't even do a simple thing like post a link...
listener, I hope you're feeling better and more rested♥
Good for you, Susan!My mother has insisted my entire life that I keep my hair short. She uses the "It's easier to care for" argument, which is a load of dingos' kidneys. I find washing longer hair not only easier but more, hmmm, tactilely satisfying? It gives me more pleasure. She doesn't or won't believe me. But she also uses an argument that I'm not in a position to counter. She claims I look better with short hair. Since she's fully sighted and I'm not, there isn't a whole lot I can say.
It's down to my shoulders again now, and I like it for the most part. There are days when I want to get it cut, especially since because of my hands the only things I can do with it is stick a headband or a ponytail holder in it, but mostly I like it, especially when it's clean. I haven't been washing it every day like I should...sign of depression, that. *sigh* Just can't kick myself into gear.
Ah, nuts!
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry to whine, but, Puddle, would you look this over and tell me, honestly, bluntly, whether it's worth continuing to work on or whether I should scrap it?
Music to My Heart
You brought music to my heart,
and now I hear a song
each time I look into your gentle face-.
My world was bleak without him till you caught
Me with your smile and put your hand in mine,
That magic day, and with your kiss you taught
Me that to love again can be no crime.
You brought music to my heart,
and now I hear a song
each time I look into your gentle face-.
And now your love enfolds me, warm and bright,
As close and bright as rainbows splashed with stars
And, looking in your eyes, I see the light
Of all my sweet tomorrows in your arms.
You brought music to my heart,
and now I hear a song
each time I look into your gentle face.
You brought music to my heart,
and now I hear a song
each time I look into your gentle face-.
You gave me love again. You gave me life again.
You bring music to my heart, each time I see your face.
Each time I'm locked inside your warm embrace...
When you kiss me.
Cat ~~
ReplyDeleteYou're discouraged because you can't do everything as well as an acknowledged genius in the field? My, my!
My computer was giving my problems all yesterday. Would neither shut down nor start up properly. The last time I ran startup repair it told me the problem couldn't be fixed automatically. Although the computer then proceeded to start and run *almost* normally.
ReplyDeleteToday I called Gateway's technical support. They talked me through System Restore. (I'd guessed that was the way to go, but didn't know where to find the link -- I'd thought it would be in control panel.) That got rid of the last Windows update, and now it's working fine.
And Penny came home today wearing a crown. It took long seconds before she realized I was talking about the crown she'd just gotten on her tooth. :)
Penny has always worn her hair relatively short. I never aksed her why, but I assume it's easier to deal with. Or at least, requires less thought.
ReplyDeleteThe irony is that her "relatively short" hair is about an inch longer than my "medium-long" hair.
I'm glad you got the computer sorted out, Bill. My own machine has been so temperamental lately that I can't help thinking, there but for the grace of something or other go I. Surely not God. Maybe my guardian angel. But I live in fear of the day I too will have to perform a system restore.
ReplyDeleteDo you guys believe, there's no song titled "London Is For Lovers?" At any rate, Google hasn't found one.
ReplyDeleteSee, I just got this idear, the beginning of an idear, for a song called "London Is For Lovers," so it occurred to me that there must, surely, *be* a song by that title already. I mean, like, obviously, right? So I googled, and zilch. I really can't grok it. The idear I had is for a novelty number, a silly little thing. But, seeing how things are, I'll have to work it up (if possible) into a real song, something fairly serious.
*This* is the lyrics from an early Gordon Lightfoot, that I just spent hours downloading the youtube of. . . . And it ain't got NOTHING on what you already have, lyrics wise. . . .
ReplyDeleteSoftly she comes
Whispers the breeze with her passing
In secret love she is laughing
Softly she comes in the night
Softly she sighs
Sweetly she lies never sleeping
Her fragrance all in my keeping
Softly she comes in the night
Down the darkened hall
I hear her footsteps on my stair
And she is in my arms once more
Softly she goes
Her shining lips in the shadows
Whisper goodbye at my window
Softly she goes in the dawn
Softly she goes in the dawn
Lord, you guys, I LOVE system restore! It's possibly what kept my old computer running for 7 years ~~ (well that and an amazing anti-virus program). I can see why Bill would think it'd be on the control panel, lol! Logic was never Gates strong hand. . . . Also, really helpful (on XP) is disk check, but nearly impossible to find: My computer, disk c, right click, properties, tools, error checking, check now, check both options, then start. It will tell you that it can't because it's in use, do you want it to start next time the computer starts? Say yes, and then restart your computer. It will take about 40 minutes, so go do something else while it works. When it's done it'll just start windows. Ya gotta wonder whether Gates *really* wants you to take care of your computer, lol!
ReplyDeleteI think though, the secret to system restore is A. Find the place where you give it maximum bytes to work with, and B. Start using it early so the system never gets a chance to degrade. If you wait too long, you just get a slightly less hinky version of what you're running. . . .
ReplyDeleteA. equals >>
ReplyDeleteControl panel >System >>system restore tab > slide slider to max. . . apply, okay. . . .
Mine's set at 12% which is 6868MB
Well, nornally both Windows updates and the changes you yourself make to your computer do make it run better, or at least more securely. It's just occasionally that you get something like that Widnesday night update that mess things up and force you to go back to where you were before.
ReplyDeleteIncidentally, I now do see system restore on the control panel, under "system and security." I don't know if I missed it before or if that was one of the things that got messed up. But in any case, it's good to know it can also be found on the Start menu under Accessories --> System Tools --> Systen restore.
ReplyDeleteService pack II as delivered over the internets cut my speed in half. I stopped ALL updates after that -- which *was* finally, a problem. After this reformatting, I got the Service Pack III, from Microsoft on CD, and I gather that with the intervening working arounds, that it pretty much works. I'm set on automatic updates now, and so far, so good. . . .
ReplyDeleteHallo dear ones!
ReplyDeleteI can tell you why I don't have long hair. It's because "it stops by itself"* first. Mine has never grown longer than shoulder length and when it has gotten that far it has been thin and limp looking. I wear bangs because Hubby likes that look best, and I like him best. According to my hair dresser most older women wear their hair short because after menopause their hair loses a lot of its elasticity, and gray hair tends to break off more easily. If you have long, lustrous gray hair, you are in the minority, are quite lucky and I hope you revel in it. But please don't judge the rest of our pates too harshly. I would have loved to have long braids to pin up, but it has never been a possibility for me. Not a choice, just a reality.
Cat Could it be that you have a tendency to be too hard on yourself when you get frustrated by inabilities? Margaret Guenther wrote that we often say a man's worst besetting sin is pride; but it is often overlooked that a woman's worst besetting sin is not pride, but rather it's flip side: self-contempt. In my 14 years of offering spiritual guidance I have seen that this is true. The surest way to break the spell of self-contempt is to go against your own inclination and deliberately do something kind for yourself. So put down that wet noodle and pick up a rose. ♥
Ah, c'mon, Bill. That's not what I meant... Well, maybe it is what I meant. But, what's wrong with aiming for the stars? The only downside is a little discouragement occasionally.
ReplyDelete* "It stops by itself" Ref:
ReplyDeleteGimme a head with hair, long beautiful hair.
Shinin', gleamin', streamin', flaxen, waxen.
Give me down to there (hair).
Shoulder length or longer (hair).
Here baby, there mamma, everywhere daddy, daddy.
Hair, (hair, hair, hair.)
Grow it, show it, long as I can grow it my hair.
I let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees
Give a home for the fleas in my hair
A home for the fleas, a hive for the buzzin' bees.
A nest for birds, there ain't no words,
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my...
...Hair, (hair, hair, hair.)
Grow it, show it, long as I can grow it my hair.
I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy,
Snaggy, shaggy, ratsy, matsy.
Oily, greasy, fleecy, shinin',
steamin', gleamin', flaxen, waxen.
Knotted, polka-dotted, twisted, beaded, braided.
Powdered, flowered, and confettied.
Mangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghetti.
Oh say can you see my eyes if you can,
Then my hair's too short.
Down to here.
Down to there (down to there).
Down to where
It stops by itself.
Don't never have to cut it 'cause it stops by itself.
Oh, Gimme a head with hair, long beautiful hair.
Shinin', gleamin', streamin', flaxen, waxen.
Now won'tcha ive me down to there (hair).
Shoulder length or longer (hair).
Here baby, there mamma, everywhere daddy, daddy.
Hair, (hair, hair, hair.)
Grow it, show it, long as I can grow it my hair.
Hair, (hair, hair, hair.)
Grow it, show it, long as I can grow it my hair.
The following verse is heard on the soundtrack version from the stage play:
They'll be ga ga at the go go when they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond, brilliantined, beautiful hair.
My hair like Jesus wore it, hallelujah I adore it.
Hallelujah, Mary loved her son. Why don't my mother love me?
[HAIR
Written by: Gerome Ragni, Galt MacDermot & James Rado
Performed by: The Cowsills
Very pretty. Did you post it to your FB page? I've spent the evening watching Moonlighting with Sis, and haven't been back to FB yet, which is why I ask.
ReplyDeleteWere you able to play it once it got downloaded?
*groan* listener. My hair is already thin and limp. So you're saying it's just going to get worse after the big change? Great:P
ReplyDeleteAs to your other, serious point... for me, self-contempt is a safety device. Put myself down first, before anyone else has a chance to. Doesn't hurt nearly so much as the contempt of others.
Can't speak for Susan, but what I see, mostly, is what's known at cotton ball head. About an inch and a half long, and curly all over. It's great for the aids in nursing homes: wet hands run through, and done for the day. But mostly, these ladies are no where present, and it's a device to make the families happy. . . . E.g., I *never* in my whole life saw my mother in nail polish of any variety, until the last month of her life. . . . When she regularly sported brilliant red. A lot of blusher, too. She endured it. Perhaps she felt "pampered" but I seriously doubt it.
ReplyDelete