P.S. random notes on a Noah kind of day

IDK what is more exciting- the hope for haircuts to be back, or the promise of yard waste pick up-

My hair cut expert posted a funny video of a hair person desperately seeking hair-like things to cut- animals- her own hair- grass. It was funny.  If you think the line at Costco is long- watch out when hair salons reopen- I would not be surprised if some partnered up with nail salons. I envision someone sitting in a chair getting a cut, pedicure, and manicure all at the same time. Maybe.
I've taken to paperclipping my bangs, (avoid tape- it isn't worth it), clipping them back, or wearing headbands. My boss hasn't asked to borrow a headband yet, but I got colors that go well with his hair color just in case. We are really the only two here who might ever need hair help. The others either don't have much, or can make a ponytail. There was a time when my boss could do that, make his own pony tail, but that was a while back. Me too, but the vision of him back then is much more interesting to reflect on now.

I've been reading exciting neighborhood posts like, "Families bond while cleaning up their yards in the middle of the pandemic",  "City stops Yard Waste pick up in the midst of historical pandemic", "Due to the mountains of pruned branches and leaf mountains along the roadsides, City Yard Waste pickup coming in 3 days!" "Yard waste is not coming", "Yard waste is coming tomorry!" "A neighbor is picking up all of our yard waste!" "No need for yard waste pick up as my collection pile has now turned into compost, so I've planted tomatoes in it!"

I've put 12$ of gas in my car this month. I'm not complaining.

 I don't need to look at the news anymore, thankfully. The front windshield of my car looks like our graph. I see the crack in it creeping up to the roof of my car every morning. I'm waiting for that to flatten but so far, nope. New windshield replacement is on the horizon. ugh.

Sometimes I feel like we are living in modern-day  Biblical times- plagues, floods, locusts- i.e. tornadoes, and Left Behind excerpts- people disappearing. Then, I see so many people out when I mask walk and I think I must be mistaken, I mean, obviously, I AM mistaken because I am still here, but.....

In this sameness, every day is different. Friends are still reaching out to friends, people are still helping each other, church still houses the world in a nutshell, now if God could just gobble up these invisible covid germs. (I refuse to capitalize it any more than it already has been)and at the same time- we have new terms- social distancing, stay at home orders, masks- I think masks will make a Fall fashion statement. We'll see.

A favorite book I enjoyed reading with my girls, Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle may have the answer to all this! She had a cure for tattle-tales, I think it was. Whenever a child tattled, a  wisp of smoke would come out of his/her mouth, wind its way over the tattler's head. Dead giveaway, no way to confuse who the culprit was. Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle, can you find a cure like that for this? So we can see it when it is among us? She has saved me on many occasions with her creative and whimsical cures and situations. I taught preschoolers cooking for years, and one year, we were making gingerbread houses. One week we made the dough. I took it home, and when the next week came along, I got up early and rolled and cooked that dough, only I forgot the PAM, so the whole thing stuck while baking, and I pried the pieces out in unattractive puzzle pieces. In cooking class that morning, I poured out the pieces for each child, and watched their confused faces. "You friends probably thought we were building houses today with high roofs and windows and doors like you have at home, but NO! We are building Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle gingerbread houses!!!" "But her house is upside down and made of lots of stone pieces." one inquiring mind asked. "Exactly!" So we built blottyblob-but tasty upside and sideways houses, glued together with homemade buttercream icing- messy chef for the young- messy but yummy! Thanks, Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle for saving the day!