The Dynamic Duo

I seriously considered a posting moratorium until I have heard from my negligent son, UltraBob. Not even a comment from him! But why punish the rest of you?
An interesting episode with….....my hair! I got it cut recently, and told my regular hair-cutter, Susan that I was ready for a change. Quite a bit shorter, in sort of a bob that would kind of curl under at the edges. Well, it looked okay when she finished, but later, when it dried, it was really wild! I always thought my hair was straight, straight, straight, but it apparently has some odd, abberant waves that make it flip around at weird angles. I don’t like to spend any time on my hair. I am curling-iron challenged, and even resent the time it takes to blow-dry it. I just want to wash and go and have it look fabulous. Is that too much to ask? The funny thing is UltraDad’s reaction. He NEVER notices my hair and never has an opinion. But when he got home after spending a few days in Nevada job hunting, he noticed. “You got your hair cut.” he says. “Yes, I did. What do you think?” “Umm,..........I think I liked it better before….Who did this to you?” Well, that affirmed what I had myself been thinking. This morning, I tried some barettes and asked him what he thought I should do with my hair. “Let it grow.” was the response. I had been thinking of something a little more immediate.. Donna, a new resident to Arco has just opened up a little salon. She assures me that she can cut my hair and make it do just what I want it to do. “Your hair is really thick, isn’t it? I would LOVE to get my hands on your hair!”. Sounds intriguing! The only problem is I really like Susan; she is funny and witty and I look forward to laughing a lot when I have a hair appointment with her. And she’s really inexpensive. But I really hate this last haircut. What a dilemna!

Okay, on to my special birthday week Saturday. That Saturday I had a long established appointment to keep. Weightwatchers was doing some summer training on the new program they will introduce this fall, and I had signed up for the Pocatello session. I couldn’t easily get out of it, but I couldn’t bear to miss out on one of my precious days with Ultra. So, it was decided that he and UltraDad would accompany me to Pocatello, drop me off for my 3-hour training, do a little shopping, and then pick me back up. Good plan, huh? My friend Debbie was understanding about us not riding in together, and I told her I would see her there. We had a nice ride in, listening to “A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” on the tape player, and less than 2 hours arrived in Pocatello.
I knew the Weightwatcher center was on Yellowstone Ave, and wasn’t too worried about the exact address. After all, I had been there the previous summer. But I underestimated myself; I can get lost anywhere (and frequently do). We slowly drove up and down Yellowstone with our eyes “peeled”. Finally I called Debbie on her cell; “I think it’s near that one restaurant. Frontier Pies, I think.” she said. “Remember?” Well, I really didn’t, but we gave it another try. Now, I think we’ll play a little game called good news/bad news. The good news was Ultra’s idea that we could look up the address in a phone book. More good news: a Walmart store with a bank of phones. Further good news: the phone book had not been stolen. The bad news was that instead of listing the address, the book only has an 800 number for WeightWatchers Salt Lake City. More bad news; when I tried to call the number, I could not navigate my way through the complicated menu system. But good news! The Walmart greeter and her young assistant knew where the center was and what it was next to! The news keeps getting better; we located the center and there was a Wendy’s nearby. Just enough time for me to grab a quick bite and walk to the center while the Ultra Father and Son enjoyed a leisurly lunch. While I was waiting for my lunch my cell phone rang. It was Debbie. “Have you found the Center yet?” she wanted to know. “Where IS it?” Funny, huh? Anyway, final good news; she found the center and I was able to walk to the center without getting lost. Our training was interesting, and we got some cool free stuff.
Well, I spent too much time talking about my hair, and my search for the WW center, and now I’m tired. It’s after 11:00! I think I’m a trifle too wordy. I can describe a 5 minute event in 500 words or more.
Later, UltraMom