Don’t throw the past away
You might need it some rainy day
Dreams can come true again
When everything old is new again*

Traveling full time has brought many changes and forced me to leave behind many things.

My hairdresser was one of them.

Since we left New York in May, my hair hasn’t had much attention.  My red has faded, and each morning those salt and pepper roots are just a little bit longer than the day before.

Oh, there was that South Dakota foray into Sally Beauty Supply and my attempt at coloring it myself with Mr. “GodThisStuffStinks!” Daves help but that was pretty much an epic fail and just made things worse.

So I’ve had to think about what was my every three-week hair maintenance schedule and try to make some decisions on what will be easiest.    I thought about long hair I can just pull back or short hair that would be wash and wear, and I thought about letting it all go gray.    None of those things thrilled me.

I needed something done fast, and because we  lived here twenty-seven years ago, I searched google to see if my former hairdresser was still working.  I had pretty good hair during our time in Southern California, thanks to him.

Google to the rescue.   I found him; he is still working and in a location even closer to where we are than before.

My appointment was today, and I’m excited about my fun new cut and a darker color.   It was nice to reconnect and talk about the years.   We’re both a little older but the years have treated us both well.

Hair is off my worry schedule for the time being, and because we’ll be here August through March, it won’t go back on.

Scratching hair off the list made room for “You’re going to run/walk/crawl a 5k in October, put down that donut and get off your butt.”   I’m not sure how my Ironman son talked me into this crazy thing, but he did.

He may have mentioned something about donuts at the finish line…

Run/Walk or crawl ( or little red wagon); I’ll be crossing that finish line with good hair because, today, thanks to the past everything old is new again.

*Everything Old is New Again- Peter Allen and Carole Bayer Sager 1974