Sometimes I think of people from my past and in a half-awake daze, look them up on Facebook. I have no idea where these people are now, what they are doing, or if I am spelling their last name right. I just type things in and start squinting. Does her face look right? Could that maybe be her? As soon as I am reasonably sure, I start poking and spying. A puppeteer! She's A PUPPETEER? The senior puppeteer in a University program? Seriously? Then I look at the puppets, read the job description over again, and start wondering how we both started out on the same street in the same small town and she ended up with this quirky fun life making oddly beautiful puppets, and I ended up with lots of babies and vintage Christmas tree ornaments and a blog.
And then I search a little more and realize the puppet lady is actually some other girl, a girl who shares a name, hair color, and complexion with an old old friend. A girl who didn't live on my street, ever. For all I know this girl grew up on, I don't know, Sesame Street? Surrounded by puppets? Or maybe her parents make puppets? And maybe I shouldn't compare myself to her? Maybe I shouldn't compare myself to any one?
I had a whole second part to the Facebook thing typed out but it just went on and on and on and my point was totally out of focus.
I miss normal life but I also am beginning to forget what normal feels like. Topsy turvy times in this house. Will the topsy and turvy ever end? There are so many things in the works, little tangents of my normal life, all with undetermined endings. So many.
Oh, and I got a hair cut yesterday! The same girl cut my hair for seven years, and then quit. So someone new cut my hair. It felt different. She did a good job. Just different. She gave me cute little choppy bangs and pieces in the front. When Alice was Hal's age (exactly two years ago) I cut all of my hair off. As soon as I got home and looked in the mirror I decided nevermind about the short hair thing and to grow it out. I'm still growing it out. I want to have truly long hair before it all turns gray.
And now here is a totally unrelated to anything mentioned here photo:
Oh, wait, no, I did discuss my kids and vintage Christmas stuff at one point. Not totally unrelated just mostly unrelated. I think somewhere in the last month of insanity, I forgot how to blog.