CT Scan and other Scary Things

Standing outside the Radiology Department gulping down the last of my Berry Smoothie, I headed in for CAT scan and the unknown.  No liquids or food after 6am the doctor said.  You bet I woke up early and had a large breakfast at 5:35 a.m. 

Here I am sitting beside the donut shaped machine with my foot stretched out to prove, yes, I am really here.  The technician said to climb onto this very narrow platform, barely the width of my body.  What to do with my arms, which dangled precipitously over the edge.  "Don't move!" they said.  "Hold your arm up here."  I waited to hear the comforting words, "We are finished."  $4,000 later, and grateful for insurance, I await the doctor's report.  I'm glad that all went well no need to worry.  We will save that for another year. 

Brown, Blonde or in Between

Growing up I was a brunette.  I won't deny that often I fancied being a blonde.   I even daydreamed going on a cross country motorcycle trip, dressed in leather with a buff companion.  My unwritten bucket list placed it at, 'strongly attempt this'.

As is the case those hairs change colors around the mid forties.  It doesn't take long for the white to overtake the colored tresses.  Clairol became a trusted friend ala reddish, silver and golden highlights.  After noticing that blondes not only have more fun, but less gray.  My hairdresser recommended blonde highlights.  Next I suggested she keep adding more to camoflauge the white roots.  

Pretty soon I was officially a blonde and even sometimes acted like one.  Several people commented they liked it.  My do-it-yourself gave way to the professional touch.  People that haven't seen me for awhile, seem a bit surprised or make a comment. 

 This is my solution to the old lady white skunkish stripe and I feel years younger, too.   You decide if blonde, brown or inbetween is better. 

Lights and Wake-Up Call

The family went to town to see the lights on Temple Square and all the beauty going on.  I saw more than that, when waiting for the Trax train a man in a wheelchair smiled at me, but I turned away.  Feeling bad about my actions, I tried to make eye contact again.  He never looked back.  What makes one act unkind?

Later walking around holding hands and trying not to get separated from the grand children, a begger woman was asking for loose change.  I had none, but made it a point to mock her.  What had become of my Christian at Christmas deeds? 

I had to rethink my actions and have tried to be more thoughtful of those that may be invisible to us. 

A Searious Way With Words

I have become obsessed with Words With Friends on my ipad.  Currently seven games are in the process with friends and family.  I am losing some and surprisingly winning some.  I am in Scrabble heaven to tell the truth. 

I can't believe some of the words my opponents get away with.  No matter what ones I try, they are never qualified. I'm getting used to ' _____ is not an acceptable word'.  I really think there is bribing going on with the other person since their words make it through the judge.  Qi, re, se pass but que and snkx doesn't. 

Doesn't matter because after thirty years of drought, I am flooded with lots of friend and family that want to play the game.  Thank you for your competitiveness.  Please let me win once in a while.