So I show up here all bright eyed and bushy tailed while my hamburgers cook, ready to plop down a photo of me, TY, and our 240Z on our way to Moosonee, Ontario in 1973. I know you've been dying for this picture in it's fuzzy glory- wasn't everything kinda out of focus back then? Hmm, maybe that's a memory that shouldn't be revisited. ANYway, it seems Blogger is on holiday and is refusing to grab images today.
OK, now a word about Moosonee. You can't get there from here, or anywhere else for that matter.
You have to drive up to Cochran and take a train up the last part of the trip- they didn't have roads up to it so we thought it would be an adventure. Except we got to Cochran and the railroad was on strike. So we found a hotel which we still call the Moose Hotel because of the large mounted head over the check-in desk. This wasn't any old moose though, it was an award winner. Unfortunately for the moose, the taxidermist who handled the (ahem) 'arrangements' didn't use enough Elmer's glue because the poor critter's nose was falling off. And it was attracting some sort of flying insects in hoards. Our room was so comfortable I decided to sleep in my clothes. It was located directly about the band playing in the bar downstairs so the heavy base line had my teeth vibrating most of the night. I went to take a shower in the morning to try and wake up but was greeted by an enclosure that really looked like an 50 gallon oil drum that had rusted out. The next day the strike was still on so we left and never saw Moosonee. Maybe some other lifetime.
never mind.
We had crit group last night and just about everybody had something pithy they are working on, except me. I am too busy getting ready to go fight the good fight in Jupiter to get the contractors out and me back in! All my current projects are packed and probably won't get unpacked for months, just in time to come back for the new baby. I also have this itsy bitsy problem looming on getting all the Christmas shopping done and delivered before Tuesday. I am not doing too well.
One good thing happened yesterday- I got back to the hair guy and told him he was right about people asking me where I get my hair done. Told him about the goth girl with the chain joining her ear to her nostril, told him about the Downs Syndrome girl who couldn't stop touching my head, told him about TY telling the flight attendant to go 'get the lady with the purple hair'... and GUESS WHAT- he didn't charge me to re-do it to the old formula! I insisted though, so we split it- and that is why I keep going back to him! I am no longer Bozo-red, now back to simple artificially induced auburn-on-color-steroids.
No longer am I a freak show... though it does seem that auburn is *in*
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