I'm about to have a haircut, which means turbulence in my atmosphere of the highest order. I'm actually going to back to a stylist I haven't seen in a few years, because I'm not happy with the attempts at bubble cuts of the last two persons. I did the bubble cut in the early sixties, and I am so not having that again. It makes me look like a bobblehead, and I'd much rather look like a witch with stringy long hair that that. Wish me luck.
After that we are off to see our financial wizard, who will have nothing but dire news, and is further lowering our risk. Of course, I risk is still 100% in some scenarios, but hey, we all like to have our fairy tales. Ours seems to be being eaten by the big bad wolf. I don't see any woodsman on the horizon to save us. After that meeting, I expect we will both be so depressed we'll be glum for the rest of the day. It's a plan.
I also learned my Buddhist teacher has had a fall and injured her knee. I hope it is not the one she had surgery on last fall. This is why I say my whole goal in life is not to fall. And I mean it. Mobility is crucial. I'm going to pray it is not serious and she recovers quickly. Sometimes it seems that old age is about frustration.
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