So much strife exists these days. And me? Well I get on my blog and rant about the state of this world.
Then the latest incident hit regarding Apple vs. FBI.
Now I could go on a rant here as well but I will simply say that I’m on Apple’s side in all this and I don’t even own an iPhone.
I’ve got a Smartphone Android that likes to show me just how incompetent I am on a daily basis.
Technology is moving at an unbelievably fast pace. A documentary I viewed the other evening spoke of computer chips being injected into us humans and correcting all of our ailments. This is to happen by 2030 which really is the not so distant future.
During my drive to work the other morning I witnessed a beautiful sunrise. Frost had kissed blades of grass and trees during the midnight hours.
And while I was pondering the fate of this world and taking in the beauty of a new day, I glanced in the rear-view mirror.
Horrified at my image with this hair…
Now I’ve not complained about my hair in a good long while. Indeed, after chemo left me bald I swore I would never complain again. Even when my hair threatened to come in as curly do giving me the appearance of a cherub that scared me more than you’ll ever know.
And as I thought about the FBI wanting technology to unlock a terrorist’s phone and Donald Trump wanting to build higher walls to keep out the ‘bad guys’ along the border should he become President, I also pondered concerns about global warming and how the price of everything is crazy.
What would make me really happy at the moment I considered?
Well, all I want is wash and wear hair. Just to look lovely from sun up to sundown.
Oh, I’ve met those tortuous beauties so kind and gentle with locks that bounce and glisten in the sun.
Even when the rains have come, their hair defies the dampness and takes on a life of its own.
And here I am, so petty in my wanting, that I covet the hair of my betters while this world sinks even further into despair.
How sad. It would seem I am not the prolific and profound suffragette that I thought I was.
Then it struck me!
I phoned and made the appointment with my hairdresser at the end of March!
If I can find solace and peace with my hair, a truce perhaps, just maybe there will be hope for the rest of this world!
I believe! I believe! I believe!