Yesterday after work I ran straight to my hair stylist and got a haircut. She chopped an inch off of my wild mane and it felt great. She could have gone another 1/2 inch, but I’m satisfied for now.
When I got home I was like a ball of fire. I had a smile on my face and lots of chatter to spew at Husby. He referred to me as the Anti-Samson. Instead of my weakening with the loss of my hair I gained strength and vigor.
Husby was glad to see me chatty and smiling after being at the day job. I haven’t been chatty and smiling for a couple of weeks now, so I must be getting back to myself again. Chop off my hair and I’m good to go.
Today I’m having lunch with Mary Ann. We’ve known each other since high school and when we both got big girl jobs in the big city of St. Paul we started having lunch once a month. For the last twenty or so years we’ve had our monthly lunch at the same restaurant. They know us.
Mary Ann has been retired for two weeks now, and I’m getting ready to launch that rocket on December 1st. Today we’re having our last “downtown” lunch.
Right now I have only six more days at the day job. It’s surreal. It’s glorious. It’s just a little bit scary. But mostly it’s an admirable milestone and the beginning of a whole new episode.
I’m glad I got my hair cut yesterday. It’s given me the energy to boldly move into retirement life. After all, I am the Anti-Samson.
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