I forgot to mention that when I got home and complained to Husband about the forecast being wrong he said, "You should have checked the radar images. I could have told you there were great swathes of rain coming in."
It's a good job I love him.
Anyway, this morning when drying my hair I realised I was starting to look like Davina in Traitors so out came the scissors and chop chop went my fringe.
Every time I see her my scissor fingers twitch. I know she does it deliberately for the show but, oh. Then I remembered a name from the past, Cathy McGowan. She had a similar style.Isn't it weird? I had no problem digging her name out of my archive but ask me the name of the woman I was introduced to ten minutes ago and no chance.
It's been/being a relaxing few days. Once Tuesday was done I had a clear diary. That in itself is a rarity. Managed to fill it though including visits to see people.
If I'm honest I don't like visiting people, chatting, and being sociable. I inevitably enjoy the visits once I've done them although I have to battle with my brain that says, "You're wasting valuable time." I know I'm not, that communicating and being interested are an excellent use of time. But try telling my brain that.
I'm sure a psychiatrist would have a field day with me. Speaking of which . . .
A new course is being run in church. It's based on a book called Altogether You, its byline being, Experiencing personal and spiritual transformation with Internal Family Systems therapy. One of the women organising the course invited me on it. She said, "We're running this therapy course and thought of you."
Yes.
Internal Family Systems was founded by Dr Richard Schwartz on the premise that we are each made up of lots of parts that can be at war with each other. I can relate to that. I want to eat weight but I also want to eat chocolate. So the course starts next Tuesday morning and runs for 4 sessions. It does mean I'll have to miss exercise class (shame) but there's a different one on Wednesdays that I might try. I think it's more pilates than circuits so might be a bit gentler, though I'm sure it'll make my muscles ache.
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I told Debra we don't have candy corn here but we do have this happy little fellow!
He's Mistar Urdd, the Urdd being the Welsh youth organisation, and as AI told me, it's in the colours of the Welsh flag, a detail that hadn't registered with me.
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Hello Liz,
The Hungarian word for fringe is frufru. I had to learn this very early on as my fringe has been with me since my schooldays and it is too late to change the style of a lifetime...the bob....[Hungarian, conveniently, bob].
The course at your church sounds most intriguing but somewhat alarming that you sprung to mind as a course attender even before you had heard of it. We shall look forward to hearing about your progress.
Strangely, Cathy McGowan came to the forefront of my mind the other day, apropos of nothing. When my fringe resembles curtains, I know it's time to cut it. One of these days I'll go to the hairdresser - haven't been for years, since long before Covid. I hate going, but it would be good to get some 'shape' back into my locks.
Hubby informed me I have to cut his hair today. Oh my-but I am getting better at it.
I shall keep you updated, Jane. I do like frufru.
Yes, I am due a hairdressing appointment but trying to delay it so it lasts over Christmas.
Ditto. We'll both be hair-cutting today. I always say it's a good job Husband can't see the back!
You’d think our brains would be one entity, but they often seem to hold opposite thoughts at once.
When our employer offered courses " Improve your mental health" there were no participants from top management. Nor from the shop stewards commitee.
So target missed?
I just realized this morning it's time to clip my bangs (what we call them in the USA).
It made me laugh a bit when you said they thought of you for the course. Was it a compliment? lol Husbands they can be very helpful, or they think they can.
Cathy
Mr Urdd DOES look suspiciously like candy corn! And let us know how that psychology class goes. ". . . and we thought of you" made me laugh out loud!
I think I'd have blurted out something regrettable about the mental health course. But then they'd definitely have signed me up for anger management.
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