I am growing my hair. This is big news in these parts.
My new stylist insisted. He showed me how to stick my bangs in place with gel, so I could handle the growth without going bonkers. He also flipped my part, which threw me for a day or two. "Some days, you will hate yourself," he told me, "but keep going."
Ah, the New Year. I sit working on a story for a yet-to-be-launched website, my straggly hair tucked into a hairband. A cold knocked me out for a week, and I am behind. My best-paying client has had to wait. I hate it when that happens.
Yesterday I tried on a pair of seductive green eel-skin pumps. They were so soft; a friend rubbed them on her cheek. What did they do with the rest of the eel? Sushi, perhaps. The same store also stocked fish-skin pumps in bright colors, scales and all. San Francisco rocks.
My parents may have sold their house in upstate New York. This is great news. Change is constant. It seems like change always has to do with loss, but maybe it just depends how you look at it. In this case, loss came with a full-price offer, which you can't really beat. A friend finished a screenplay. Someone's divorce got finalized. And what, I have to wonder, am I doing with my life?
Well, the winter practice period begins at the San Francisco Zen Center in a few weeks. It will also be Chinese New Year on Feb. 18, which is better than regular new year because restaurants don't jack up their prices and most of the irritaing people stay home. The parades are better. And we get a new mascot: a boar (pig). Face it: the Chinese have been at this longer than we have. It's 4704 on the CHinese calendar, which is pretty impressive.
Speaking of time going by, I have another story to get to today. It's cold here in California -- they even predicted snow a couple nights ago. But the sun is shining and the sky is blue. I think I'll wear a hat to brunch.
