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Well I got my hair cut short today.  I usually avoid short hair because in my mind, it makes me look stubby and square.  But it was time for something different - reinventing myself maybe?  I don't know but something possessed me to say to Joni "what would you do if I told you to do anything you wanted".  She laughed an excited laugh and told me - and I said "go for it".  She was so excited.  As for me, I am not yet so sure. I think I like it.  It makes me look perky...it is not the "helmet hair" or the pageboy of many women my age. I had enough of a perm left that it doesn't look flat and stuck to my head.  But I will miss my "pony hair" as Kseniya used to call pony tails. My imaginary friend Jennifer, when she saw it, flicked back her long blond, natural curly hair against her creamy shoulders and said "my husband likes me with long hair.  He thinks it is more feminine.  He thinks short hair is butch".  She flicked her per...

OK so I have written enough sob stories about dead parents, and grandparents. Here's one for my cousin Bonnie! Yesterday I ran 14 or so miles with my friend Suzanne. It about wiped me out but it was a perfect day and we ran a different route, just for fun. In the process, we almost got hit by a car, whose driver had the nerve to swear at us! But we didn't get hit and get broken femurs and hips and I live to write about it. Actually I am not going to write about the run...it was a good one and no one got hurt and we will do 18 miles next weekend. I got home from running and was perspiring more than usual. I looked in the mirror and saw a red faced but with undertones of pale (I have been looking at too many Sephora makeup recommendations), sweaty, old lady with a high forehead and no eyebrows - haven't had them colored or shaped in a while. There was no "glistening" at all going on with me. My imaginary friend Jennifer - she looks beautiful after a run....

Tonight I baked roles for a meeting tomorrow. Since I never cook or at least hardly ever, it makes me feel very domestic. I think about what it would be like to be a woman named Jennifer. Jennifer is tall (but not too), blond (real) slender, with firm bosoms and a nipped waist. She wears white gauzy dresses that never get dirty and it is a contrast to her beautiful golden skin (no fake bake). Her golden hair spills down her back in perfect natural curls with little wisps around her face when she is glistening. She never sweats and she never has to shorten her pants, partly because she is tall enough to find the perfect size but also because she always has some kind of dress on that she has made that looks perfect. She also sews clothes for her children and makes sweaters out of the wool she gets from her lambs in the back yard. She makes her own soap, and weaves rugs out of all her old plastic bags. You can find me as Jennifer in a garden or flower bed, weeding. I don't work outsid...