Mixed Up Friday

 Because the rec center changed the time for yoga class, that meant I needed to change the time of our haircuts.  We generally are there at 7:30 a.m. every fourth friday.  Today was the trial run for our new haircut time - 12:30 p.m. - after yoga, after walk, allowing time for food and hair wash.  It's also the very last time we'll be having our haircuts at the new time.  It's now the rejected time.  It just was all messed up and I could tell as the day wore on that it wasn't going to work.  

Fortunately our hair guy was able to slot us back into our original time.  I was fretting over this all night long because I know how crazy people are about their particular haircut time and was afraid our hair guy had given away our time.  Thankfully - not.  My anxiety is lessening now that I think things are better, we have our appointments for two months ahead and our hair guy was happy to work with us.  Sigh...I should know by now that things generally work out. 

It'll be so fun!

So here it is nearly two in the afternoon and I've just now showered after my morning walk (shortened because of time constraints because of yoga), am waiting for my hair to dry before I can finally get dressed.  Considering that it's this time of day, and we're going nowhere the rest of the day I'll be wearing comfy clothes, no make-up and doing the bare minimum for my hair.  Right now I need that comfort / no pressure thing.  

Yesterday we stopped at our local branch of the county library system and picked up seeds.  They've got this program going where they provide veggie and herb seeds (this is only the second year of the program and the first year to be in our part of the valley) for you to plant.  They encourage the use of social media to show the gardening progress and then hope you'll bring back some seeds from the plants to the library to be used next year.  I'm glad they aren't rigid about rules and requirements.  Gardening is a yearly experiment from most every angle.  It'll be fun.  Maybe tomorrow we'll be off getting some teensy little peat pots for starting the seeds - we've never started tomatoes from seed, yay for something to look forward to.

The goose is in the middle.

And this morning walking around the park I saw this one lone goose out in the middle of the grass.  Sitting there talking to herself (I'm just going to assume the goose is female).  I couldn't help taking a picture of her.  That was such a graphic example of how I often feel - out there all alone in the wild, talking to myself and trying to figure things out (often hoping a friend would come along).   So I should probably caption this picture with my name.  She eventually took flight and joined the rest of the group across the creek.  There must be a story there, but the goose will never be able to tell it to me.

I'm grateful today for forgiveness.  I surely need a lot of it.