We’re Not In Kansas Anymore
Dorothy was right, “there’s no place like home”. Whether I’m out of the country or across town there’s always a certain excitement I feel when it’s time to go home and then it hits me. Culture Shock! I arrive from: what’s green to what’s that on the ground. My neighbors don’t pick up crap and I guess I shouldn’t complain because I found 5 dollars on the ground yesterday afternoon, but some times I look around in disgust and think, this place is a dump! On paper, we live in a somewhat affluent neighborhood, (but we’re broke…we don’t even have a nanny) one that is thought to be clean, where people take care of their property, and in a few places it is, a facade. You think you are going to be living next to The Cosbys and your neighbor turns out to be Sanford and Son. I guess every town has a ghetto and my block is it. Too bad we don’t live on paper.
The beginning part of my vacation was great, I sat on my derriere for hours at a time watching the last set of my Beauty and the Beast DVD series, gosh I miss that show! I finished one book and started another. I also did a light workout just to keep me from getting too lazy. What’s funny is that when I’m away, I don’t comb my hair unless I really have to and even then, I fake it. I do the Donald Trump comb over and hope for the best.
However, when I get back, I go straight to my hair salon pointing at my matted down hair asking my stylist if she can fix this. This home coming was no different. The salon was empty and on this rare occasion my stylist also washed my hair as well. Okay, if you don’t have nails, you should not be allowed to wash hair. Period. That is the job requirement. Normally someone else washes my hair, does a sloppy job too, but she has nails! She supposed to be washing the back of my head, but her hand reaches down the back of my neck and sometimes I’m lying back in the chair thinking: if your hand goes any lower, you better pull out a ring next time. I didn’t ask for a hair cut this time, but I got one. (You just have to teach yourself how not to cry when you see more of your hair on the floor than you do on your head. I think I’ve mastered that skill, it will grow back.) I was undecided about coloring my hair to get rid of the gray because I’m considering testing out my black permanent Sharpie Marker. I don’t know if it colors hair and if it doesn’t, I’ll just cut them out, there’s only a few.
Today I went NYC to see The Lion King and acted like a tourist, I’m so ashamed of myself. All that was missing was the camera dangling around my neck. It was a nice show and the music was great. It rekindled my love for theatre, but it’s so expensive. I actually tipped the lady in the bathroom! Personally, I think they should have tipped me for even getting up to use the bathroom, but I made the most of my tip and used it three times.
So I can’t believe it’s almost Thursday, the week flew by and I barely touched this house (to clean) and I haven’t met my friend for lunch yet, hopefully, I’ll do that tomorrow. So, I’m going to enjoy what’s left of my vacation because all it takes is about a half hour at work to undo this calm I’m experiencing now…and people have to wonder why I stop short in the hallway and click my heels, Dorothy already told us:
on February 21, 2008 at 10:07 am
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color me green with envy
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on February 21, 2008 at 7:00 pm
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just think those expensive theatre tickets you bought a tiny portion went to the poor trucker who hauled the show in there…:))).. actually I borught it to Trorotno but that’s a mere technicality…Neighbors are why I dream of a place in the backwoods…just to get away from some of them..
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on February 21, 2008 at 7:01 pm
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ooh boy my typing is lousy tonight..Toronto
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on February 21, 2008 at 7:45 pm
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Welcome home though!
And omg, I don’t comb my hair either when I’m away. Trusty pony tail or hat gets me through.
Actually, come to think of it, I don’t comb my hair much these days either. Texas weather pretty much killllls it before I even get to work.
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on February 21, 2008 at 9:51 pm
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Nameless, don’t be. I gave the money to my hair stylist along with some more cash for a tip…now which neighbor do I think. Maybe it was a passerby.
Mr. Bourne, I don’t know how long that show has been in the theater district, but I didn’t know truckers got a cut too, wow. A lot of work went into that show, costumes, stage, it was nice. I do long for some drama now.
Monique, I can’t even make a pony tail, lol. Usually I will just bring a cap with me, but this time I did not. I looked like a wild wolf. I hate when the weather is like that, it’s like why bother.
on February 24, 2008 at 8:57 pm
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Your vaction sounded relaxing – you got to read, wow (gone are those days. The thing about your posts, you’re so good at painting the picture in your writing, it’s like I was there with you, thinking with you (I love it).
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on February 24, 2008 at 10:02 pm
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It was relaxing and I got used to being home, Tondy. I hope I remember to get up and go to work tomorrow.
Awh that’s sweet, I usually say the same thing about OPPs (other people posts). Glad you enjoy and thanks for reading and commenting.