It's been busy, busy around here lately. I've been running hither and yon (sort of like this post will be doing), and I'm sure I'm no exception. This weekend my running took me to my writer's group holiday party. There was much food and merriment and geeky discussion and Castle episodes. You can read more about it at the blog of the talented, prolific, and oft published Gregory L. Norris, who hosted our shindig. There are even pictures.
Speaking of pictures, here's one I took yesterday. This guy came to visit me at three-thirty in the afternoon and stayed long enough to pose for a his bloggy debut. He didn't even fly away when I opened the door for a better shot.
He's a barred owl (aka hoot owl). They're all over the place here. We hear them conversing in the woods all the time, especially during open-window weather, but we rarely see them. I can be particularly nerdy about bird watching, so his visit was a bright spot in my day.
Sunday afternoon, I stole my daughter's nail polish and painted my fingernails a lovely deep, electric purple. Sunday evening, my daughter and I were at the grocery store when the cashier complemented my nail color. I joked that I should put a stripe or two of the same color in my hair. The cashier helpfully informed me that she'd just seen that exact color at Hot Topic last week and I should totally go there. When I came home, I told Magnum about the conversation while stowing my bread and eggs. He asked me if I was having a mid-life crisis.
Here's the thing. I love hair color. I have always loved hair color. If they'd had Manic Panic when I was younger, I'd have had an ever-changing rainbow for a head. Now they have it and I still love it and society has deemed me too old to use it. I feel cheated. I feel like when young girls do it, it's youthful; when old ladies do it; it's spunky; but if I do it, it's mid-life crisis. I also feel I might do it anyway. I'll keep you posted.
If you look at the side bar, you'll notice that today's blog was brought to you by Elbow. I love Elbow. They currently place among my top ten favorite bands, and have for quite some time. No small feat since I change my favorites more than I change my socks. I love them -- their harmonies, their imagery, all excellent. So here's one of my favorites to end the post.
What did you do this weekend?