Friday

This might as well be Friday the 13th for me.
I washed my hair last night (I used to wash it every-other night), and a great deal of what is left came out.  I woke at about 4:00 this morning, and reached up and felt my head, and it felt like I was bald.
For years I have had people come up to me in public places and tell me how beautiful my hair was, and now I have almost none.  It's heartbreaking for me.
I don't want to go around my church friends because they feel like a woman has sinned if she cuts her hair.  There was a funeral of an older man last night whose children were friends of mine for many years, and I just couldn't go.  I don't know how a hat would do to cover my head, but I'd think it would slide off, with no hair to pin it to.  I guess that ruins my reputation as the Rutledge Hat Lady.
I don't know if it will ever grow back, but I'm doing everything I can to get it to come back.  I'm using Rogaine twice a day or more, I'm taking Finesteride, I'm not teasing what's left, I'm not using but two hair pins to hold my hair, I'm only shampooing once a week, and I'm avoiding using brisk strokes with the hair brush.
I've ordered several wigs on-line, but they haven't come yet, and I'm not sure they will be suitable when they do come.  I've never been able to wear wigs.  My head is too small, and they look wiggy on me.  The children's wigs are terribly expensive.  I wish Joanne Redmon still had her wig shop in Fountain City.  She had the nicest shop with a fitting room.  I'd just go and spend the day with her.
Janie has been so supportive during this ordeal.  She has been wearing a little hair piece to the house, just to make me feel better about having to turn to hair devices.  She has not commented about how my efforts to hide the thinning and loss sometimes look rather pathetic.
I'd like to kill Penny Bailey and Randy Reagan for doing this to me.  They not only invaded my home and took my expensive jewelry, but they took my hair, which was a part of my body and health.
Steve is still home.  I think he wants to be here to give me some comfort, and perhaps to keep me from killing myself or someone else.  I'm going to throttle the first person who says something tacky about my appearance.
Well, enough about that miserable part of my horrible existance.
Janie and I have been working fools at Creekside.  She inspires me and motivates me to keep going.  I'm really tired, but it's a good kind of tired.  I can see such results with the house.
We've got the dining room ready for the wallpaper.
We've also got one of the upstairs bedrooms ready for it's paper, except for a second coat of paint on the window trim.  That's progress.
Steve has been working on a huge light fisture that I bought at Habitat.  He's trying to get some sort of pully in the attic for it, so it can be lowered to change the bulbs.  It's going to be in the stair landing area.  I believe that's about the only place it would fit, as it's about four feet tall.
Janie and I aren't rushing him on that, as we'd like to get the ceiling painted first.
We got some suede powder to mix with the paint to hide some of the imperfections in the plaster and to make the ceiling look touchable.  Yeah, RIGHT!  It's ten feet tall at it's lowest point, and the light is going in the stairway, which will make it leave the ceiling at about 13-14 feet.  It will hang in front of the huge window we had installed in the stairway landing area.  You can see it in the landing from Rutledge Pike.
I suggested to him that a crank from an old, hand-crank ice cream freezer would make a good device, but he never likes my ideas.  I already have one of those, and he wants to go to Lowe's and get something new.
Joy and Gary have not yet found a place to live.
Gary has repeired the red Dodge truck, and it's like a new one in it's performance.
He's going to be fixing the white truck next.  I like having him around and available.
He's intelligent, he has a sense of humor, and he's a big, strong man, which makes him able to do heavy lifting.  I've got to liking him a lot.
He drinks, though, and I don't like that in anyone.
Steve told me last night that he wants me to help him roll a round bale of hay to the cows this morning.  We need to get the tractor home.  We put some fuel in it yesterday afternoon, and it's ready to drive now, and the only reason to keep it at Creekside would be to work on the lawn with it.
Janie and I have a load of garbage to take to the dump today.  Carzel Owen's step-sons operate it, and they give Janie and me things that other people throw away if we can use them.  Once they gave Janie a bunch of vinyl siding.  We'd like to get more of that.
I don't like to see things go to waste.