Yes, I have still not quite sorted out properly how to balance the fact that our blogs are global, holidays diverse…how to address the variations. We’ll be into the soup by Sunday afternoon here.
I’d seen him a few times over the last decade, at least, with his long gray locks, though doing other songs of his. I had not seen him do this wonderfully iconic story 40 years later. I must admit, given my own gray mane, it was, and often is a strange relief when I see that.
Standing in line at the Post Office this AM. I had made copies of photos taken together for a visiting friend and wanted to get them delivered to her door by the time she arrived home. It was a long line: Four grey ponytails, two wild free fizzes of white, an applaud worthy mane to the waist of white streaked gray/black hair. One pink, one purple, and five brown, blonde cascade of tresses. Four beautiful black heads tossing hair of Spanish, Native American, Asian and African hair I always wanted and had no genes for. Standing there knowing my decision to no longer color and cut my hair is a good one. Whatever happens next and last, it will look like me.
That sounds familiar… I went through a rainbow of color over the years. Now I’m just mostly gray, though the hair which remains long from 18 years ago, is brownish. I also stopped coloring, and cutting, but it somehow is still getting shorter. I’ve taken to wearing caps a lot. π What I like most about who looks back at me in the mirror, is that I see that I do look like my mom. I’m happy with that.
Happy Thanksgiving! All the best Johanna!
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To you also, Eugenia. π
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Cute! ;->
Virtual hugs,
Judie
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Happy Thanksgiving Judie.
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Happy Thanksgiving to all of you in the US. Canadian Thanksgiving is in October. All the best and keep blogging.
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Thank you.
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That’s an awesome pic!! Love it
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Thank you. Just had to share.
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So glad you did!
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I didn’t know the turkey had to chill out…I thought it was supposed to thaw
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Oh you are too clever. Thanks for contributing another reason to laugh today.
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Love the joke JoHanna.
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haha! Too funny, JoHanna. Happy Thanksgiving to you!
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Thank you, Loisajay.
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Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours! We in Canada observe that holiday in October so even the turkey soup is long gone. *sigh* π
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Yes, I have still not quite sorted out properly how to balance the fact that our blogs are global, holidays diverse…how to address the variations. We’ll be into the soup by Sunday afternoon here.
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The turkey propped like that is very fun!!!!
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Clever daughter gets the credit.
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Well tell her the remote control was a fav – as we watch the football games over here βΊοΈ
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Yes indeed.
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What a fun post for the holiday weekend!! Thanks – I needed that!!
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Glad you enjoyed.
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Alice’s Restaurant, one of our favourites over here.
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Yes indeed.
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Happy Thanksgiving!
Ciao
Sid
P.S.: your photo is crazy π
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Yes it is and I just had to share it! Thanks for the visit.
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fun!
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Yes!
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π
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It was great seeing Arlo do it all these years later! And Thanksgiving goes on and on and on! Thank you!
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This was my first time seeing ‘Gray Arlo’ tell the story of our beloved Alice. Still has the magic. XOX to you Fimnora.
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I’d seen him a few times over the last decade, at least, with his long gray locks, though doing other songs of his. I had not seen him do this wonderfully iconic story 40 years later. I must admit, given my own gray mane, it was, and often is a strange relief when I see that.
May your day be joyous!
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Standing in line at the Post Office this AM. I had made copies of photos taken together for a visiting friend and wanted to get them delivered to her door by the time she arrived home. It was a long line: Four grey ponytails, two wild free fizzes of white, an applaud worthy mane to the waist of white streaked gray/black hair. One pink, one purple, and five brown, blonde cascade of tresses. Four beautiful black heads tossing hair of Spanish, Native American, Asian and African hair I always wanted and had no genes for. Standing there knowing my decision to no longer color and cut my hair is a good one. Whatever happens next and last, it will look like me.
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That sounds familiar… I went through a rainbow of color over the years. Now I’m just mostly gray, though the hair which remains long from 18 years ago, is brownish. I also stopped coloring, and cutting, but it somehow is still getting shorter. I’ve taken to wearing caps a lot. π What I like most about who looks back at me in the mirror, is that I see that I do look like my mom. I’m happy with that.
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I’m my paternal Grandmother.
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Ha! Ha!! The picture of the turkey was too much!!
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it made me smile π
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Oh that turkey is a real hoot. Thank you for the follow. All my best to you.
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wohooo!!
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