Well, the offered bike has finally arrived. Said co-worker brought it on Thursday, but one of the tires was low, so he took that and fixed it. I finally got the bike home yesterday, and this morning I took it out for a trial run. I have to say that it was not without a high degree of nervousness. I haven't been on a bike in "several" years, and it's a lot higher off the ground than I remember. I had visions of a minor catastrophe occurring just trying to leave the driveway. But, properly attired with a helmet, I went for it. I survived and rode around the neighborhood for 25 minutes or so.
For probably the last 10 years or so, I've had pretty much the same hairstyle. For the most part, it's been long, all one length, and I would eventually put it up in a ponytail almost every day, because I couldn't stand having it in my face. It drove me crazy, but I didn't know what to do with it, and at the same time, I liked that I could basically get up and go every day without a lot of effort. For the past several months now, I've been threatening to do something different and drastic, and finally, yesterday, I did. At the recommendation of Angel, I made an appointment with her stylist. It took several weeks to get in, but finally, the day arrived. Angel went with me, for moral support, and to be the photographer. I went in with some basic ideas, but after some consultation and looking at photos with Francine, this is what I ended up with. First, the "before" shot: In process: And finally, the finished product: I can't remember the last time
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