Can we say late 1970s? Oh, ya.
I have very straight hair and wanted curly hair. I was told by a stylist in the 80's to stop having my hair permed. She told me thick, fine textured hair does not perm well. Boy, was she right. This is what a Afghan puppy looks like. Fallon was maybe five-six months old. The absolute most trying dog ever. I loved her and I never wanted another. I have worn those bib aprons a long time, I am my grandmothers clone!
Mark commented a couple of days ago that the days are flying by. Yes, yes they are. I know many of us are at the stage of life where we stop, look around and say "what happened"? Time. Time happened while we weren't looking. Which leads me to how I have been attempting to live the rest of my life. I don't need to strive. I don't need to compete. I don't even have to work all that hard. I do need to appreciate life and all that comes with it. Not that I can actually appreciate everything that comes with it, but you know what I mean. I have always been a future thinker. I am not one to give much thought to the past, which is overall fine, but not always. Breeding horses was always about what comes next. I am now a for-the-moment thinker. The past is gone, the future is the next second. I had no intention of going in this direction. I guess my brain decided on its own. Anyway, my mantra, which I think I said before; Drink the wine (beer, tea, coffee, water) enjoy the food, pet animals, be kind. I have repeated it enough to myself that it has actually taken root. Self-talk maybe does work.
Enough of that. I've got soup simmering for lunch, to have with that unbelievably simple bread. It's overcast and 60sF outside. It's all good. Happy Thursday.