Saturday, March 02, 2013
There it is, an almost translucent filament pinched between my finger tips. I am momentarily silent. Shocked. My eyes must be playing tricks on me. It has to be the lighting. Yes, that's it..bad lighting. Gingerly I move into the next room, fingers still pinching the invasive tress. Seriously....Is that really a strand of gray hair on my head? Say it isn't so! It has taken me years to adjust to the transformation from blonde to mousy brown which accompanied my move to the Pacific Northwest and the sudden disappearance of the yellow orb we call the sun. I really do miss my blonde locks. I swear they made my teeth look whiter and brighter. Ok, the scars, wrinkles and rolls I can live with...but THIS, this is a blatant travesty. The freaky single white eyebrow hair which sprouts out on occasion? No problem. GONE! It needs only a swift pluck of the tweezers to put it in its place. And the weird witch's whisker which erupts from the mole on my face? Fear not. GONE! Tweezered into oblivion. Nobody ever has to know. But this single gray hair, this is different. This is an omen of things to come. And I don't like it. So what will my weaponry be? A bottle, a box, a hundred dollar bill? I will be thinking about this over the weekend. Highlights to follow. Ahhh...now there is an idea! "Shades of Gray"? I was never a fan.