Looking at my longer hair in the mirror prior to a haircut this week, it seems that it’s become my time to shine. I found little hints of silver sparking as I turned my head. I don’t take it as a sign that I’m getting older, after all, even you, gentle visitor, will never be as young as you were when you began reading this sentence. Truthfully, I don’t care what color my hair becomes, so long as it stays on my head. I did make a few observations of late, howver, that I am “older”:
For someone somewhat technically inclined, I not only don’t text people using my cell phone; I don’t even know how to do it. Also, some people are shocked that I still pay some bills by check and have been known to physically step into a bank branch to interact with live human tellers.
But I still like my free “highlights.”