Haircuts and makeup

Going out yesterday to support one of my sons and a friend, who ran the 21K Tarahumara event here by our running park, was my first public appearance with my new Judi Dench haircut.  "Short" is an understatement, but at my age, you can get away with murder because no one gives a damn what you look like.  I don't look as sophisticated as Judi Dench because my hair isn't white yet, and I usually dress like someone who has been doing yard work all day because I usually have.  The Judi Dench Look only really works if you adopt the whole thing.

Thinking I should clean out the stuff under my bathroom sink in search of makeup (Judi Dench's makeup is impeccable), I found a face cream I bought the last time I took my mother to the drugstore in Lubbock.  Like I say, in the most unexpected moment, grief leaps out from behind the door and kicks you in the teeth.  I have been unable to delete her emails, just can't bring myself to do it, but I don't open my email account as often as I used to, either.  I communicate with my brother by iPhone, and only my cousins' emails brighten my day. 

But on a completely different note, at the same time as I applied the face cream--just because I had bought it with Mom--I couldn't help laughing at her sure-fire remedy for wrinkles: Any face cream works as long as you aren't wearing your glasses when you look in the mirror.  And by dang, it works!