My hair has reached that not-technically-grey stage, if you know what I mean. Like I can’t actually see any grey hair yet, but over all it just sort of looks… dull. The stylist I consulted on Saturday claims she can see grey.
Still. It’s tempting. Minus the $100+ price tag. I even went to the drug store and stared at home hair dye kits for a while, but chickened out.
Mostly because I needed to be at the Pillar Rock Grill in three hours and I figured a brand-new dye job might not be in my best interest.
Also, I still didn’t have anything to wear that I haven’t worn every other Sunday for the past six months.
At 4 pm, I bought a dress.
At 4:15, I added two inches to the hem.
At 4:25 I got in the shower.
At 5:10, we drove away.
At 5:15 we turned around and went back home for the tickets.
At 5:45 my cheeks were suffering from that forced just-take-the-blasted-picture twitch that develops after smiling for too long.
At 6:15 I was discussing political careers–mine (ha) and theirs–with Doc Hastings, Matt Manweller, and Rob McKenna over dinner.
Which was handy, because at 6:45, I was handed the microphone to introduce them to the crowd, etc.
And wouldn’t you know it–after getting up in front of teenagers every day, I’m no longer rattled by an audience. I didn’t do my job perfectly–but I didn’t mortify myself or anyone else, either. Which makes me want to do it again, because I can see so many ways I can do it better next time. It also made me want to get to know the people who elected me. I looked out at that crowd and I truly wanted to know them–I want to know what keeps them up at night, what keeps their hope in democracy alive, and what kind of a world they want for their children.
I have to admit–I didn’t cook dinner for my own children last night. In fact, I’ve only sort of been cooking dinner the last three days–this afternoon, we ate the roast beef right out of the oven.
As in: we carved that beast into roughly 7 equal chunks and everyone ate it however they preferred. I preferred not to make mashed potatoes and gravy; it’s just been one of those weeks. I keep saying it’s going to calm down, but so far it hasn’t and I know that realistically it probably won’t.