Do the Yak

The title is a quote from Cloris Leachman (or Clorox Bleachman, as I like to call her) from "Young Frankenstein." It came to mind because I got a haircut today -- my first in over three months. The reason for the long hiatus is that the lady in the South who cut it was quite chatty, and as she kept chatting, she kept cutting. So now it's gone from "a tad butch" slowly through "more or less OK" to "sloppy-shaggy" and now to "neatly trimmed orb." The lady here at our paragon of higher learning (PHL) left it rather long on the sides and top, so my hair is now sort of spherical, which is not perfect but a whole lot better than the mid-80s, when my best friend and I decided we needed to perm our long straight brown hair into a "professional" look right after we graduated from college. I vaguely asked for a body wave but what I got was a football helmet of tight curls. Not good. My friend kept her center part but her frizzy hair

I've haven't even read any blogs until fairly recently, except dooce.com (thanks to Karen) and wallballsingle.com (thanks to Lisa), so this will be an adventure -- anyone who reads this should bear with me if I violate some obscure "blog-iquette" rule. Doing some writing of my own is one of my many unfulfilled goals, so maybe this blog will suffice. Then eventually the kids will become totally independent, I'll win the lottery and work part-time, the house will clean itself and I'll have time for those other "to-do" items like learning to play the guitar, having a robust social life, learning Spanish, reading all the interesting books I've heard about, exercising, learning to garden, cooking more often, traveling, etc., etc.