Sunday, April 12, 2015

My Birthday Is Coming And I Need A Haircut

Now, you may think those two things, (an approaching birthday and shaggy hair) have nothing in common but the "and"...

BUT, for a good month now I've been thinking it's time to get a haircut- maybe even a new style, and whenever I think about my particular "style" (or lack thereof) I get to thinking about how irritating and unhelpful society is.

I frequently bemoan the fact that I was born in 1963 and not 1903. Had I been born in a more appropriate decade, I would have been turning 52 in 1955 instead of 2015. I've always felt a little out of sync with the world around me; I was a Stay-At-Home-Mom when being a working Mom was more in vogue. We were a family of 6 when McDonald's hadn't evolved beyond tables with only four chairs. I liked sewing and knitting and cooking and baking and ironing and washing dishes and doing laundry. I liked being a homemaker when there were few other homemakers living nearby. I was Laura Petrie longing for a Millie next door.

Although I've come to terms with being born too late, the fashion/style of today makes me frustrated. In 1953 you knew what you were expected to look like. You could look at a woman and know by her hairstyle how old she probably was, and whether she was a grandmother,  had teenaged children or babies in diapers. A person knew how to dress. A person knew how to do their hair. No guesswork.

As it is, I can't think about getting a hair cut without thinking about my age, and stressing about what kind of style is appropriate for a 52 year old Nana of two with grown children. I know, I know, everyone says, "Whatever you like! That's appropriate!" But there's a danger of looking like one is trying to be younger than one is- of trying to recapture or hold on to a youthful self. There's also the danger of looking "old", or being "dowdy" because women are expected to be as charming and youthful as they may appropriately be.

*sigh*

So... yeah.

My birthday is coming, and I need a haircut.

End rant.

Carry on.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Haiku For A Long Sleepless Night

a night is better
passed without your company
fell insomnia

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Oh Spring!

you tease and taunt us
sweetly follow a March breeze
then leap back again

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

In The Middle Of A "Tigger" Winter

End of February and I've decided that this is a "Tigger" winter: very springy and bouncy, bouncy back and forth from warm to cold.

Today is "spring" again, but this afternoon the forecast is for snow and a thirteen degree drop in temperatures.

It's an unsettling time, especially for a person who traditionally gets hit with a jittery wanderlust during the transitional seasons. Autumn's restlessness is usually accompanied by a period of nesting and cozying up for winter. In spring I had a tendency to peruse the MLS listings online and in the newspaper. A rush of warmer, fresh air makes me want to be on the move.

The other day I had a sort of epiphany about my life.

I realized that personally, as far as family and family life is concerned, I'm also in a restless, between seasons state.

Maybe getting married and beginning to have children is like the "spring" of family life- March and April.  Raising the kids- all the ups and downs, ins and outs- is like "summer" and "autumn", say May until September. As they start getting to the point of being grown up and leaving home it's like the beginning of "winter"- October and November, leading up to a grand Christmas season when the main work of child-rearing is done and we celebrate the empty nest.

And then comes January and February: the post-party months. The "Christmas is over but spring and Easter are a long way off yet" months. The "now that you've cleaned up the party mess, what'll you do until the next party?" months.

If, personally speaking, the next "spring" season is retirement, this could be a very long transitional season indeed.

This, "Hey! My life is actually like February!" revelation does nothing to alleviate the restless uncertainty of my existence, but it has helped me to define it for myself. There is a sense of relief in the understanding. There is a little more patience for  myself. There is also the realization that I really do have a lot of time to fill and I do need to decide what I want to be when I grow up, or at least what things I would like to accomplish before I shuffle off this mortal coil.

I don't have any concrete plans yet. Apparently I'm not yet bored enough to be motivated to pursue some of my dreams or have any vague hopes realized, but all in good time.

February, in spite of having the fewest days, is typically the longest month of the Canadian year after all.

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Post-Advent Haiku

Christmas is over
Time to celebrate New Years
Ring-a-ding-a-ding

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Advent Haiku

Like a joyful Who
"Christmas time is in our grasp"
Carry it well, friend

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

And Now A Limerick!

Four months of transitional seasons
Is pitiful. It defies reason;
Just spring, summer, autumn
Before we hit bottom
With eight months of cold winter freezin'....