There is a sign posted on my office door today:
I rode my motorcycle to work today and have a bad case of helmet hair.
I’d take a picture for you but I left my phone at home. Rats.
A co-worker was already at the office when I came in wearing my jacket, chaps and boots while carrying my helmet and shoes. He asked, “Bring the bike today?”
I replied, “Yes” but inside my head I wanted to say, “No, I just wanted to look like I did.”
Here’s your sign.
Almost every Sunday morning I go to church and then to the market. It’s a regular routine I’ve had for at least 20 years. It started when my kids went to CCD after Mass and I had an hour and fifteen minutes to kill before I had to pick them up. It worked out fine as I would be able to shop on the first day of the sales and have fresh food to pack lunches for the week.
The kids are grown and live elsewhere but I still go to the market Sunday mornings. I typically see some of the same people there every week. Evidently it’s their routine as well.
Usually I see one of the office people from my doctor’s office there with her husband. Sometimes we just say ‘Hi” and other times we talk for a few minutes.
The last time I saw Sherry she remarked that she really liked my hair and asked who cut/highlighted it. She went on and on about the color and style. I hadn’t done anything different to it for a several weeks but she was sure I changed something.
Want to know what I did?
I got new glasses.
My old glasses just disappeared on my face. Silhouette Titan Dynamics.
My new glasses don’t. Fysh Urban Eyewear #3458 brown and lime.
I love them. Maybe I’ll let you see them on my face sometime.
Knitting In Flashes 