'Too many have given up generosity in order to practice charity.' Albert Camus. This was the quote of the day on my Google Account and so very true of some ex-friends of mine who firmly shut the door on me over a dispute on the meaning of words , whilst I believe, they were living under the cloak of charity. Thank you Puddock for bringing Albert Camus to my attention.Moving on ... decided to treat myself to a hair-do at great cost, only to be dissappointed with the end result. The cut is expertly done, but shorter than I wanted, and I didn't realise this until the final blow-drying when I at last put my glasses on. Highlights are good, but half of them have been cut out for the final style. Like most British women in this predicament we say lamely that it is shorter than expected only to be met with 'but it really suits your face shape.' So, I made the next appointment for two months down the line in the hope that my hair grows rapidly and must remember next time to be more assertive about how much is to be cut off. As for highlights, well they look good for 5 minutes, but think I shall return to doing-it-myself in future.
Moving on again... I am now joining more classes at the Gym, so meeting more people... a necessity before I lose the power of face-to-face communication skills and speak only in 'cat'. Speaking of which, the cats fights most of the time, or rather, Pebble tries to fight Banjo, (his testosterone levels are still high), while she fends him off; lots of hissing, spitting, growling and fur-flying. When his hormones aren't racing through his system, he tries to rub into Banjo and wash her face... she mistrusts him and hisses quietly until he backs off. I nearly bought a book on recognising and interpreting cat behaviour, but it was too expensive, and I thought, what would that knowledge do for me... except to enable me to exclaim, 'Ah, so that's what they're doing.'
At least animals don't let you down; their love is unconditional and forgiving. Wouldn't it be great if family and friends were so?
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Albert is wonderful isn't he? What I love about him, apart from his good looks and intelligence, of course, is his humanity. My favourite quote of his, which I have on a poster on my wall is:
"In the depths of winter I finally learned that there was in me an unquenchable summer."
I took that as my inspiration in the dark days since the Golfer died and it has got me defiantly through some bad days and some bad people too.
You could have been describing my last visit to the hairdresser! My hairdresser is lovely and does a great job but, like you, I said - not much off it, only to discover when I got home that it was an inch or two shorter than I wanted. But I keep getting compliments (well - one or two!) so I'm trying to like it. I keep wanting to tug it down, like a skirt that's too short!
Hope the teeth aren't too sore today. Wrap up warm, read a good book and cuddle a cat until you feel better!
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